(via eletheowl)
SINGAPORE
From a dead boring life to a 200 pound body
and writing in my pj's with a cigarette
as well as a glass of chai-tea...this is the story of Nicholas.
Magic Music.
That summer, we talked endlessly.
Always, about everything,
Fusion, nothing new for you.
I felt, hey, under and, cool breezes
The heavenly
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
We argue, constantly.
Disagree, about everything.
Distance, nothing new for me
I feel uneasy, under this thing
Thoughts away.
The heavenly
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
I remember
And darkness falls in my eyes.
And days are far from rosy now
And if I asked for the sky
Would you still shelter me,
When the sky falls?
I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Face me, hidden in my memory,
Hold me, I remember
Sitting in my memory
I remember.
Artist & Photographer: Yang Yongliang
Website: http://www.yangyoingliang.com
Everything Yongliang does is fantastic, but two things about this work of art are especially amazing. First, the scale. Second, Yang Yongliang has turned a collection of black and white photographs and formed a collage mimicking cigarette ash. The ash itself mimics a city scape, and the photographs are all architectural. Check it out:
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(via smoking-poetry)
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“I think when you are young, you are hoping that this person will be the right one, the one you are going to be in love with forever. But sometimes...”
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Robert Downey Jr
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