Achingly Lovely

The visual propaganda and psychological warfare headquarters of the worldwide Big Poppa E poetry industrial complex.
humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

le sigh.

humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

le sigh.

playing around.

interesting how the colour scheme changes perception. for me, the one of the left is kinda like a cool vortex in space. the one of the right is some kind of failed nazi swazi mockup rejected by hitler as being too roundie.

something about this shape, these colours, this combination… i find it absolutely arresting.

something about this shape, these colours, this combination… i find it absolutely arresting.

another something i did in the middle of the night instead of being in love and cuddling with my non-existent lifelong partner.

another something i did in the middle of the night instead of being in love and cuddling with my non-existent lifelong partner.

this is what i do when i am home by myself on a friday night alone in the dark with no one else around.

airman

mesmerizing shit i maded.