“Imagine a city where graffiti wasn’t illegal, a city where everybody draw whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it’s wet.”—Bansky (via dwindlingdimensions)
"So there I was and, like, my shooter had just run out of dakka and stuff, which was like, totally lame. And all the other gals were, like, ‘you gon’ get crumped’, and I’m like, ‘bullshit, I’m, like, totally the oldest and the most mature’."