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darksilenceinsuburbia:

James Ostrer

Photographer James Ostrer documents our obsession with sugar in a series of grotesque real life portraits of people covered in layers of sweets and junk food. Speaking largely on the to the global food production and increasingly dangerous methods of mass production, Ostrer’s photographs conjure tribal images that are both fascinating and repulsive. Via the press release, “This adornment becomes a mask of what we eat which then becomes entwined with a hyper-pop sensibility and an obsequious inquiry into the great volumes of sugar that flow through our bodies.”

(via saladcore)

suicidewatch:

The Heartbreakers “Love Comes In Spurts” (1976 Yonkers Demos)

"   Falling off a cliff can have the same theme and connotation as depression. As you begin to fall, anxiety fills your body due to the imminent impact of the rocks below. You continue to fall, however you begin to get comfortable with your surroundings, and in a way… you adapt to this new perspective. Falling seems… normal? …but you continue to head in a downwards direction. And then one day, you suddenly hit the rocks. Everything in your world falls to pieces. Everything that happened to you while you were falling suddenly is upon you and you break and you scream because all of that pent up sadness and anxiety and fear is finally catching up to you. And then you roll over, and try to stand up, because you tell yourself that you can keep going and that you can take on anything. But you manage to fall off another cliff and you repeat the process again. And you just keep falling, often for years at a time. There are days with the occasional smile, but you remember that you will always hit the rocks in the end.   "
sophia // (tonkyn)

(Source: elenascupcake, via clinicallydepressedpug)