For each person there is a sentence—a series of words—which has the power to destroy them.

tl;dr *looks under a rug for representation* *finds a dead bug* can this be trans

Take [Banksy’s] political stuff. One featured that Vietnamese girl who had her clothes napalmed off. Ho-hum, a familiar image, you think. I’ll just be on my way to my 9 to 5 desk job, mindless drone that I am. Then, with an astonished lurch, you notice sly, subversive genius Banksy has stencilled Mickey Mouse and Ronald McDonald either side of her. Wham! The message hits you like a lead bus: America … um … war … er … Disney … and stuff. Wow. In an instant, your worldview changes forever. Your eyes are opened. Staggering away, mind blown, you flick v-signs at a Burger King on the way home. Nice one Banksy!

i do :-) it’s really insightful to see how much of a twat you are.

but you are my sister so i’m going to call you my sister are you stu— 

i do :-) it’s really insightful to see how much of a twat you are.

i do :-) it’s really insightful to see how much of a twat you are.