November 2011
1 post
halloween note
if i have no one to share my music with i swear to christ i’ll hold my breath and retreat under pumpkin seeds and fake blood having been that boy with exhausted eyes and dyed hair that didn’t give a fuck about their tableware or golf trophies i just loved their daughter madly and swept her away into dazzling conversations in moldy hotel rooms on shoebox boulevard and forced drugs into...
September 2011
1 post
industry
being on the creative side of the film industry is an odd thing. to say the least, it seems like every other day i get a surprise call from the business side telling me i’ve got vip passes here or comp tickets there, if i want them. sometimes they’re big events, sometimes they’re weird little things i didn’t even know were going on down the street. it’s pretty great,...
August 2011
9 posts
evil
i was pissed. we thought that everyone should love, that love should rule, but when hate suppressed love you don’t fight it with love, you fucking murder hate, then go back to love. its what made sense to us.
we must do
all things fate-foes: so called lovers have written in letters that they’re desperate to attempt they’ll never get the chance heaving one more “our next life” on their shoulders we must, love though we’re tampered horror shows snow globe caught ghosts hauling glow sticks to enlighten every frostbit body part pillow case faced mittenless eyebrow draped white caterpillar patterns straggling hair...
kyte - the smoke saves lives
Passion
passion might be bruised shoulder blades meeting feelings your fingertips will slice the glass those same fingers could also paint a line of sight down the misted pane slowly reactionary raspberries are scuffed skin marks blood dripping bitten lips guzzling holy vowel sounds quicken too momentary to be photographed the backseat is a porcelain horse poised on a carousel of such dizzying force color...
the only moment
home safe a cabbage in a field with a good fence i drove drunk and survived a lyrical mind wanting to say things i’ve forgotten now long drives take the windows down cold as rain covered lawns post-fall to stay awake 3 am is wonder time it used to mean miracles happened then and i guess the clothes shed we’re waiting on the left side of my contact lens at this point i’m pre vomiting but tired out...
let’s give up our selfish strings and play chords we’re afraid to learn
in dreams i’m stealing scrap heaps assembling rowboats and starting ghost tours nicknaming landmarks sprouting umbrella silhouettes competing with sunsets and serving apple pie at bed time lannie has a freckle you can see through the sheer of her underwear where constellations to be charted emerge with daylight in dreams i’m pushing rowboats into wading pools puddles big enough for your average...
Mushrooms
MUSHROOMS
there is some debate whether a piece of art created under the influence of drug or alcohol should be included in the collected tome representing that artists work or whether it should be credited to an other i don’t know (takes a sip of water) this poem is called, mushrooms
mushrooms
don’t you want to be a got the job done greeting card sprawled exhausted and experiencing...
evil
there is a governing rule that all people should be treated justly under the assumption it is fair, and if it’s not fair actions should be taken to balance the inequity of the world. that evil actions should be rewarded is wrong, and if natural coincidence doesn’t correct this man should. possibly by withholding reward or possibly by vigilante executions of the corrupted. in the absence of the...
October 2009
1 post
I'M BACK
but not long enough to do anything except say that i’m back
August 2009
1 post
santa fe
my brooding pessimistic artistic endeavors are starting to be noticed, though i am worried they do not go over well in the heavily surrounding landscape of hope, spiritual journeys and friendship. -does it have a happy ending? -well, the world literally stops existing in the end. so… no. i attend parties where exotic foods are served on square ceramic plates, and i eat with chopsticks...
July 2009
22 posts
what the fuck is this guy-sitting-behind-me’s problem? does it take 10 loud minutes to set a laptop up? it shouldn’t… how many times do you need to reposition your chair, how many fucking chords are you pulling out of your bag, 60? no, 1; maybe 2, but i’m not turning around to check, because my glare will not be able to hide my annoyance… also, iced vanilla lattes is...
a little my life update
it is so hot in the desert. really, it is. it happens that i can’t even sleep with a shirt on anymore…ladies.
demetri martin once said something like “you can make any innocent statement sound creepy just by adding ‘ladies’ to the end of it.” that’s why i did that… so for example, you all should email if you want to become better...
threads - THIS WILL DESTROY YOU
this is the best...
trapeze swinger - iron & wine
tomorrow is my last day as an east coast boy......
you're only attracted to my lack of obsession with...
what brings you to the top of the empire state...
the person you miss doesn't need to know,
same as death isn’t for the dying, it’s for the living to reconcile.
“April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing...”
– T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
(via lastchatwithphontaine)
(i don’t know if it’s true, but i hope it is…i heard that when asked once why he wrote “april is the cruellest month”… he looked at the interviewer for a second and then shook his head with something like...
falling slowly - glen hansard & marketa...
Taxi Driver is on at 1:15!
city of god > taxi driver > vertigo > the silence of the lambs > the usual suspects > reservoir dogs > pulp fiction > fight club
or something like that
what do you call white dandelions?
i’m talking about the spindly, seedy, blow on and make a wish version of a dandelion. the ones at the end of their lives. i wanted to just call them white dandelions, but it turns out there already are white dandelions (white petals instead of yellow).
i was writing about how amy blew on one and how the wind carried the seeds towards me, and i had the thought about her wishes getting stuck...
riotgirl:
you’re the number one person my crush list. it’s true. -emil
I just kind of fell in love with you. :)
*blush*
Is it more gorgeous than sleeping beside someone...
vladislava:
It is. Is it more gorgeous than being taken care of when you’re sick?
It is. Is it more gorgeous than accepting your body as is because it’s your greatest instrument?
It is. Is it more gorgeous than a whole field of dandelions?
It is.
For emilfoust.
someone just won my inaugural Favorite Tumblr of the Week Award. i really like the being taken care of one, i think because it...
tumblr house cleaning
neely-marie:
emilfoust:
becomingbrina i don’t know her, but i was just reading some of her blog - http://becomingbrina.blogspot.com - and i think it has some amazing moments, especially when she is talking about personal things. i am not normally a pimp, but if you’re not following her i think you should, and if you like good writing read her blogspot.
i am sad that more people didn’t...
hallelujah - jeff buckley
tumblr house cleaning
becomingbrina i don’t know her, but i was just reading some of her blog - http://becomingbrina.blogspot.com - and i think it has some amazing moments, especially when she is talking about personal things. i am not normally a pimp, but if you’re not following her i think you should, and if you like good writing read her blogspot.
i am sad that more people didn’t respond to my...
raisins
they used to be fat and juicy and now they’re twisted. they had their lives stolen. well, they taste sweet, but really they’re just humiliated grapes.
-joon
myhearteatsbeats:
Personal - Stars
amy millan has...
Watch(via taciturn-tendencies)
if they want to wear glasses, i’m pretty sure i can punch them in the face hard enough to cause some eye damage… people who don’t wear glasses have no idea what it’s like to get a text message in bed and not be able to read it because they’ve taken their contacts out for the night…
black star - radiohead
what do you think about anonymous love letters?
in a sweater poorly knit - mewithoutyou
June 2009
100 posts
s: this’ll make you laugh a: what, are you going to take your pants off? s: yes. s: that is what i am going to do. your lucky day. a: it wouldn’t be a big deal. i’ve seen your penis before. s: when? a: julie showed me the sex tape s: oh dear lord a: don’t worry, everybody at the party was impressed s: why the fuck would julie show you that a: calm down i’m just joking...
james baldwin
much has been written of love turning to hatred, of the heart growing cold with the death of love. it is a remarkable process. it is far more terrible than anything i have ever read about it, more terrible than anything i will ever be able to say.
song to say goodbye - placebo
heartbeats - jose gonzalez
ed kowalczyk
don’t let ‘em get to your spark that little light in the back of everything that says this isn’t for madder love the whole wide world feels like a clan of mad scientists removing the juice so they can freeze-dry you and put you in a box
THE question: my answer
response to:
http://emilfoust.tumblr.com/post/129651758
in an ideal world, you’d hope that everyone is paired. i base this on the idea that everyone should at least have one person who would go to them. ideally, your mother would have your father, ideally, your daughter would have her husband; ideally, you would have your lover. throwing a monkeywrench into this, however, is age, more...
heartbeats - the knife
you can play with this for hours!!!!! →
fortune cookies
lets give fortune cookies their due… they have always been vague… but somehow still manages to be impressively inaccurate… fantastic.
and always remember Don’t ask, don’t say. Everything lies in silence.
“I love women, but I feel like you can’t trust some of them. Some of them are liars, you know? Like I was in the park and I met this girl, she was cute and she had a dog. And I went up to her, we started talking. She told me her dog’s name. Then Í said, “Does he bite?”. She said “No.” And I said, “Oh yeah? Then how does he eat? … Liar.”
demetri
“I went into a deli and got an egg sandwich and a hot chocolate. And then I went outside and I had to get a cab, so I had to put up one of my hands. But I already started eating my sandwich; I took it out of the bag, I was impatient. So my choice was hold up an egg sandwich or hold up a hot chocolate to get a car. So I chose the hot chocolate. And I put it up there and no cab stopped and I...
demetri martin
“Swimming is a confusing sport, because sometimes you do it for fun, and other times you do it to not die. And when I’m swimming, sometimes I’m not sure which one it is. I gotta go by the outfit. Pants – uh oh. Bathing suit – okay. Naked – we’ll see. Should I be swimming faster, or am I getting laid?”
pink is my favorite flavor starburst
and pink is your favorite flavor too
i ate an entire bag of of starbursts
but saved every pink for you