There's something flying in circles close to my house, it keeps flashing red and green lights and it's not an airplane and doesn't look like a helicopter either, and its loud as hell, it's fucking two am and that little shit that may be a drone is flying around for 30 minutes and being loud as fuck and I have to work tomorrow. I hope whoever owns this shit have a fucking unpleasant day tomorrow and I wish their little loud toy breaks and rot in hell.
Barbara Kruger, We Are Not What We Seem, (screen print, vinyl, chassis), 1988 [M HKA Ensembles, Antwerpen. © Barbara Kruger]
I wanna cry my heart out but I can't do it here
i dont even GO here
Reblog/interact if your blog is a safe space for all people struggling with their Cluster A, B, and C personality disorder regardless of whether they are high or low-functioning in their disorder.
Barbara Kruger, Untitled (Your Body is a Battleground), 1989, photographic silkscreen on vinyl (The Broad Museum, Los Angeles)
Or you can go disassociate from reality, get drunk, forget how your face looks like, etc. I personally recommend it, it's like therapy to me.
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.