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So punk…

So punk…

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This is just so interesting, I had never heard of this infliction before, I’m sure it has it’s non benefits like it happening when you just brush past something, but wouldn’t it be amazing to be able to turn yourself into a piece of human art, even for just a small amount of time when you wished.

“I have dermatographia, a condition in which one’s immune system releases excessive amounts of histamine, causing capillaries to dilate and welts to appear (lasting about thirty minutes) when the hypersensitive skin’s surface is lightly scratched. This allows me to painlessly draw on my skin with just enough time to photograph the results. Even though I can direct this ephemeral response by drawing on it, the reaction is involuntary, much like the uncontrollable nature of a blush.”

This is just so interesting, I had never heard of this infliction before, I’m sure it has it’s non benefits like it happening when you just brush past something, but wouldn’t it be amazing to be able to turn yourself into a piece of human art, even for just a small amount of time when you wished.

I have dermatographia, a condition in which one’s immune system releases excessive amounts of histamine, causing capillaries to dilate and welts to appear (lasting about thirty minutes) when the hypersensitive skin’s surface is lightly scratched. This allows me to painlessly draw on my skin with just enough time to photograph the results. Even though I can direct this ephemeral response by drawing on it, the reaction is involuntary, much like the uncontrollable nature of a blush.

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So close, yet so far.

So close, yet so far.

(Source: thechocolatebrigade)

How can anyone enter into my dreams, my instincts, into my desires, into my thoughts which took so long to work themselves out and enter into the light of day, especially to grasp all I put into it, perhaps despite my own will.
Pablo Picasso (via thechocolatebrigade)
So punk…

So punk…

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For Anna

For Anna

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This is just so interesting, I had never heard of this infliction before, I’m sure it has it’s non benefits like it happening when you just brush past something, but wouldn’t it be amazing to be able to turn yourself into a piece of human art, even for just a small amount of time when you wished.

“I have dermatographia, a condition in which one’s immune system releases excessive amounts of histamine, causing capillaries to dilate and welts to appear (lasting about thirty minutes) when the hypersensitive skin’s surface is lightly scratched. This allows me to painlessly draw on my skin with just enough time to photograph the results. Even though I can direct this ephemeral response by drawing on it, the reaction is involuntary, much like the uncontrollable nature of a blush.”

This is just so interesting, I had never heard of this infliction before, I’m sure it has it’s non benefits like it happening when you just brush past something, but wouldn’t it be amazing to be able to turn yourself into a piece of human art, even for just a small amount of time when you wished.

I have dermatographia, a condition in which one’s immune system releases excessive amounts of histamine, causing capillaries to dilate and welts to appear (lasting about thirty minutes) when the hypersensitive skin’s surface is lightly scratched. This allows me to painlessly draw on my skin with just enough time to photograph the results. Even though I can direct this ephemeral response by drawing on it, the reaction is involuntary, much like the uncontrollable nature of a blush.

(Source: deaf-mutes, via thechocolatebrigade)

So close, yet so far.

So close, yet so far.

(Source: thechocolatebrigade)

How can anyone enter into my dreams, my instincts, into my desires, into my thoughts which took so long to work themselves out and enter into the light of day, especially to grasp all I put into it, perhaps despite my own will.
Pablo Picasso (via thechocolatebrigade)
"How can anyone enter into my dreams, my instincts, into my desires, into my thoughts which took so long to work themselves out and enter into the light of day, especially to grasp all I put into it, perhaps despite my own will."

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