the violet hour.

Your lips are nettles. Your tongue is wine. Your laughter's liquid. But your body's pine. In the dark you tell me of a flower that only blooms in the violet hour - Sea Wolf



Confessions, public art project, The Cosmopolitan, Las Vegas, Nevada by Candy Chang.

For one month, Chang lived in Vegas. Visitors could stop by, enter a booth, write whatever thoughts they wanted to share, and drop the confession into a box that mixed anonymously with other slips. Chang then took the anonymous slips and displayed them on the walls, painting selected responses in white against a larger red canvas background. According to Chang’s website, “This project seeks to create a cathartic sanctuary for this temporary community and help us see we are not alone in our quirks, experiences and struggles as we try to lead fulfilling lives.”

“I still love her. 2 girlfriends and 5 years later…”

(Source: yoannmichaux, via la1nnn)