"If just one child has been inspired to pick up a can of paint and make some art, well that would be statistically disappointing considering how much work I put in. Outside is where art should live, among us, and rather than street art being a fad, maybe it’s the last 1,000 years of art history are a blip, when art came inside in service of the church and institutions.
But art’s rightful place is on the cave-walls of our communities, where it can act as a ‘public service’: provoke debate, voice concerns, forge identities.
The world we live in today is run by, visually at least, traffic signs, billboards, and planning committees. Is that it? Don’t we want to live in a world made of art, not just decorated by it?"
"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint.
When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist."
Monsanto literally OWNS the American food industry. Like it doesn’t even fucking matter that Pepsi and Coca Cola are rivals they are both own by the same company. Like they have a monopoly on fucking food, bruh.
(Source: thewolfspirit, via anarcho-queer)
I grew up in America. I grew up in white suburbia. I grew up in plastic models, green lawns and Gap. This made me afraid. This produced a fear of any country that didn’t speak my language. This developed a fear of anything that isn’t “ours.” I have grown, and I hope the popular of people have also grown to know, this world is big, and beautiful, and diverse in all experience. But one thing remains true, we all are unsure if the ones we love are the ones that love us back. And this is the most beautiful heartbreak comfort among people. Breaking hearts know no country.