shit-smelling love

shit-smelling love

ah, the sweet stench of love.

love is shit, n’est-ce pas?

found on wythe in Williamsburg

This entry was posted on July 23, 2012 by Christine Estima. It was filed under love, new york city, photography, street art .

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Carboleum

Cute!

July 24, 2012 at 1:48 AM

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Christine Estima

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I can't wear white without spilling something on it

Christine Estima

As a half-Portuguese, half-Lebanese, feminist, vegetarian, pacifist, fag-hag, novelist, hipster, atheist, shit-disturber, blogger, backpacker, playwright, bookworm, film critic, and lovertine, I began my journey of petulance and precociousness in the suburbs of Montreal and Toronto. I thusly figured I'd turn out to be a nun, or a writer. A few years at a Catholic school cured me of the first disease.

I cannot wear white without spilling something on it, but you'll still find me, most likely, in the fridge at 4am.

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