Oh you know, just a photo of Andy Warhol holding a Polaroid of Andy Warhol. Bill Ray captured this “double portrait” back in 1980.
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Oh you know, just a photo of Andy Warhol holding a Polaroid of Andy Warhol. Bill Ray captured this “double portrait” back in 1980.
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I’m tired of always being the person to text first or do anything first now. Once in a while is fine, but all the damn time isn’t. I want to feel wanted and needed. My “friends” don’t care about me. If they did, they would try or something. I’m not the best friend in the world, but I do know that I care for people and wonder about them. If I haven’t seen and talked to them for a while I get worried and contact them. If someone seems sad or something, I ask how they are. I don’t ignore it. I genuinely care for people and lately it seems like no cares for me. It’s not okay to make me feel less. I’m a decent fucking person. I give and help as much as I can.
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Blue Blood | Foals
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All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.
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Untitled (Aquafresh I), 2012