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Hong Chun Zhang, Life Strands, 2009, charcoal on paper
Anyone know where I can buy rolls of paper like that? Please?
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My thoughts while at school.
- I hate you
- I hate you
- I hate you
- I hate you
- I hate you
- I hate you
- Damn baby wassup
- I hate you
- I hate you
- I hate you
- I hate you
- I hate you
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don’t you just love how subtly she looks down
OH MY GOD
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“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
― Sylvia Plath
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Grand Central at New Years Eve, NYC, 1969.
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