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I find this rudely insensitive and disrespectful for its choice of visual cues.

Everyone, meet Elena Gallen. Be prepared to have your childhood memories thrown into her blender, minced into a perfect glass of sheer wickedness.

Audrey Kawasaki never fails to draw me on with her strokes, her multi-dimensional emotions, her ability to portray her thoughts with such concentrated intensity.

I stumbled upon Adam’s Apple, a piece of modern fiction I’m quite sure the Pope won’t approve any time soon. Steve Jobs, maybe. I can’t wait to read more.

Title says it all. I’ve shared mine, so what’s yours?

Tetsuya Ishida saw himself trapped in this urban utopia world we lived in, and allowed his paintings to describe how he felt. Born in June 1973 in Shizuoka Prefecture, Tetsuya Ishida stopped painting when he died in 2005 after being hit by a train.

Never mind her 2-inch high heels. The evening breeze is worthy of a solitary walk in the park, she thought.
The grass is dry, but her wrinkled shirt is drenched.
As she creeps into the shadows of the colossal trees, she realizes no one can see her tears, and the inconsiderate crickets chatting noisily in the bushes [...]

If I am to commit suicide, my preferred choice of execution would be to leap off a building. After all, life’s a roller coaster ride. I may as well enjoy the last one in style, never mind the fact that I’m likely to end up looking like Howard Stern after falling from 70 floors.
Here’s how [...]

Could you place the widow here, before the orphan and let the body bleed a little more?
No wonder we think art directors and graphic designers are complete sadists. They speak in a language of their own. John Neerland and Nina Orezzoli from Colle + McVoy, recognised this and thus the birth of this microsite for [...]

Her teacher asked the Class to write down 10 things that made each of them happy. Your homework for the weekend, she said.
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1. Lucy, the doll Daddy gave me before he died.
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She stared blankly at the piece of paper, not knowing what else to write.
Lucy began to cry.
She never went back to school again.