Let's Be Friends

Do not let bitterness steal your sweetness. Love always.

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asylum-art:

Berlinde De Bruyckere.:Suffering and Protection
Flemish sculptor creates sculptures and drawings of suffering human bodies that resemble nothing so much as reality. It mixes in his sculptures on religious grounds and media images and writes the Christian motif of the human suffering in the contemporary era. The confrontation with the body that engages the artist led to questions about the ethics of our society and are the place to fundamental questions about the nature of the human being.
These disturbing and uncannily lifelike sculptures by Belgian artist Berlinde De Bruyckere are incredibly visceral and eerie. The repulsion instinctively triggered in the viewer comes from their verisimilitude, and the sense of reality of this nameless, grotesque, distorted, half-human, seemingly fluid flesh; combined with their beauty, the delicate, subtle mottling of colors, the pure realistic visceral fleshiness of the works, and their technical grace.

this repulses me and yet intrigues me

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Omfg "talk about" is a lot cuter than ask me

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Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.
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Talk about your first kiss.
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Talk about the person you've had the most intense romantic feelings for.
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Talk about the thing you regret most so far.
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Talk about the best birthday you've had.
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Talk about the worst birthday you've had.
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Talk about your biggest insecurity.
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Talk about the thing you are most proud of.
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Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.
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Talk about the biggest fight you've ever had.
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Talk about the best dream you've ever had.
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Talk about the worst dream you've ever had.
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Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.
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Talk about a vacation.
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Talk about the time you were most content in life.
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Talk about the best party you've ever been to.
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Talk about someone you want to be friends with.
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Talk about something that happened in elementary school.
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Talk about something that happened in middle school.
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Talk about something that happened in high school.
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Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.
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Talk about your worst fear.
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Talk about a time someone turned you down.
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Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
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Talk about an ex-best friend.
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Talk about things you do when you're sick.
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Talk about your favorite part of someone else's body.
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Talk about your fetishes.
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Talk about what turns you on.
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Talk about what turns you off.
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Talk about what you think death is like.
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Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.
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Talk about what you do when you are sad.
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Talk about the worst physical pain you've endured.
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Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.
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Talk about your guilty pleasures.
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Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.
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Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.
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Talk about things you wish you'd known earlier.
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Talk about the end of something in your life.

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portraitsofboston:

     “Last night… I… my son is in the hospital, dying. I’ve been crying all day. He’s not here, and I can’t even go see him. I can’t help him. I can’t do anything. What am I gonna do? I need to be there. I don’t even know if he’s gonna die. How am I gonna know? I don’t even have a phone. I’ve got two dollars to buy a calling card. The thing is, I need to be next to him. He’s dying. My other sons went there, but I can’t go because I don’t have any money. I wish I could go and do something.”     “What happened?”     “Last night, he got attacked by a gang in my country. El Salvador is very dangerous. They hurt good people. Gang members split his head open, and now he’s in a coma. He’s a big kid, so there must’ve been a lot of them—one guy can’t bring him down. And even then the only way they could get him is if they hit him in the back. They stole his wallet, his glasses.     “I just found out this morning, when I checked my email in the library. Somebody stole my phone at the shelter last night at 10 o’clock. My brother said he called me at 11 o’clock to let me know what happened. I don’t know, man, it’s very sad what’s happening in my life. If he dies, I’m gonna kill myself.”     “Don’t say that. You have other children. They’ll need you.”     “They’ve got their momma—my ex wife. I’m single, and I stay at a shelter. I’m not worth much.”

this broke my heart. on facebook it said his son passed away. i wish i could hug this man <3

portraitsofboston:

     “Last night… I… my son is in the hospital, dying. I’ve been crying all day. He’s not here, and I can’t even go see him. I can’t help him. I can’t do anything. What am I gonna do? I need to be there. I don’t even know if he’s gonna die. How am I gonna know? I don’t even have a phone. I’ve got two dollars to buy a calling card. The thing is, I need to be next to him. He’s dying. My other sons went there, but I can’t go because I don’t have any money. I wish I could go and do something.”
     “What happened?”
     “Last night, he got attacked by a gang in my country. El Salvador is very dangerous. They hurt good people. Gang members split his head open, and now he’s in a coma. He’s a big kid, so there must’ve been a lot of them—one guy can’t bring him down. And even then the only way they could get him is if they hit him in the back. They stole his wallet, his glasses.
     “I just found out this morning, when I checked my email in the library. Somebody stole my phone at the shelter last night at 10 o’clock. My brother said he called me at 11 o’clock to let me know what happened. I don’t know, man, it’s very sad what’s happening in my life. If he dies, I’m gonna kill myself.”
     “Don’t say that. You have other children. They’ll need you.”
     “They’ve got their momma—my ex wife. I’m single, and I stay at a shelter. I’m not worth much.”

this broke my heart. on facebook it said his son passed away. i wish i could hug this man <3