#iconic garage

[eupat]

[boanerges20]

Art: Iconic Garage

[comboguard]

Iconic Garage - Air Jordan 1 Chicago 1985

[mynonsenseistingling]

Jan Čefelin or Iconic Garage over on Instagram released an app the does the dress-up game thing but with cars based on his art style. It's a neat little pick and choose parts kinda thing.

[sachi]

☆ Original character "Crea~ture~ Maid" // Bukurote ☆ Resin kit / 1/6 / PinkKittyStudio ☆ January 2024 ¥27,273 ☆ Sculpt hezi Paint Yi Fan Xing

[eroticlamb]

Nancy Spungen and Sid Vicious at the Vortex, London, November 1977 ♡ Photographed by Steve Emberton

[thendhasnoooend]

the strokes on their first uk tour in 2001.

[paranoidfleur]

"My FOMO is slowly transforming into FOGO (Fear of Going Out) and I didn’t see that one coming. Some days I feel 80, some days I feel 18. Life is relentlessly messy and fun and mortifying and hopeful—so be kind, be honest and, above all, don’t let the patriarchy get you into a spiral about turning 40."

— Alexa Chung on turning 40 (2023)

[dadiddlylemma]

The White Stripes "No Skating Today"

[flordoipe]

ʕ˙Ⱉ˙⠕ ʔ ฅʕᵔⰙᵔ⠕ʔฅ ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ (*ᵔⰙᵔ*) ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

[eupat]

[morffyne]

Madonna | Haring at The Broad Los Angeles

[bigforeheadbaddie]

Gwen Stefani, 1991

[saturdayssvillain]

Rose Rain

Tw: | mentions of death |

he woke up laying on the ceramic floor, the tile ridges cutting into his back slightly. the kitchen light was the only thing illuminating the worn down house, the clock ticking was a constant reminder that time was moving while he was stuck in the past. the smell of pine and chamomile filled his nose, it had a nostalgic smell. the TV playing in the other room, he could hear the voices coming from the screen...yet he couldn't focus on the words. he has stayed here, waiting. for what? his own self. he lost that person, the one person he understood. who he was now, was just a shadow of what he used to be. the words his old self said...was all could remember. he could never quite remember himself though, he always felt like an imposter...a stranger. the memories replaying, like an old VCR tape on repeat. he was stuck, and he would forever haunt this place...never leaving.

the hole in his chest, was pouring a ruby river. he was right here, in the same room he left himself. the tears were falling down his cheeks, as he counted them. he has laid here for 89 years, yet he hasn't aged a day. he is cursed to live this way for eternity, to lay in thoughts...and loneliness. he sighs, and traces the cracks on the walls. if only he had been more brave, and less less selfish...maybe he wouldn't be like this. flowers covered most the floors and walls, and himself. they were in various places on him, the only keeping him company these past years. the weight on his chest was devastating, so hard to breathe... regret. losing himself, his memories slowly fading away. forgotten. rain poured down from the outside, fogging up the windows. like his broken, used heart. roots grew from his skin, keeping him together. in his mind, everything was crashing down, chaos.

where was his old self? why did he leave? what was the reason? what did he do to deserve this painful life? so many questions, and no one to answer them. he was crazy, a lunatic. the voices so loud, it was overbearing...cruel. what was happiness? why must he live alone, stuck in his thoughts? he must not deserve anything but pain. but maybe one day, he'll finally push roses in the garden. death was sweet, but he knew he was not destined to have it...never. the day he left himself, was the day his soul died.

Fin~

[itsallmadonnasfault]