One of our favorite emerging artists, Witchoria, encapsulates the inner thoughts of a generational mind in her latest Bipolar series.
My knees buckled, I went down to the floor. I cried in English. I cried in French, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world. Esperanto.
|—||No One Belongs Here More Than You, Miranda July (via twelvestepped)|
…an ode to 1970s skater girls.
thomas maielaender’s “no pain, no gain”