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#milesawayfromcivilisation is a collage series that calls into question some of the shaky values purported by so-called ‘liberal’ western democracies. The pieces in this series form a satirical Guidebook, that aim to expose the redundancy and blatant racism behind #France’s recent burkiniban.  

These works are dedicated to a woman called Samia, who was forcibly made to undress herself this morning on a public beach in France. Samia wasn’t wearing a ‘burkini’ - she wasn’t even going for a swim. The fact that her arms, legs and hair were covered were proved to be sufficiently threatening to have her forcibly undress herself in public.

- © Mouna Kalla-Sacranie, ig: mounaks.art

Dear J, 

I loved you since that night I first laid my eyes on you. I don’t know why, but I just felt right about you. I have all these other guys who want me, but I could never choose someone else over you. 

It has been hurting me so bad to see you with her. I want you happy, I really do, but my heart breaks when I see you guys together. I don’t know what to do with these pains in my chest, my heart thumps so hard, and it becomes hard for me to breathe. I love you so so much and you don’t even know it. 

I hope one day we can be together.

But as for right now, your killing my heart, and it hurts so bad. x.x 

Sincerely, 

W

any tips on what types of wigs/where you got your wigs for disguises and stuff would be much appreciated atm !! i am trying to find a good one for me but im worried about it looking super fake :/

just got back from Maui!! J and I had an amazing time 😊 and he wasn’t scared off by my family which was 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽 and snorkeling is SO much fun u should all do it

I’m exhausted tho I don’t think I’ve been outside that much in like…ever in my life.

imma do a shameless plug but I’m finally back from my holiday! I’ve posted some photos on my personal blood if anyone is interested in the things I got up to!

rusted-bones.tumblr.com

Joseph

It’s me again. Seeing that girl write to Jason who stocks bananas makes me think of you. Like I said before, you remind me of him. The man I love. The man who I’ll never see again. 

I may never get the courage to talk to you. Maybe it’s best that way; I’m scared of shattering the beautiful image I’ve projected on to you. 

The girl who watches you stock produce.