February 2012
16 posts
speak to me; say something loud. →
I need ideas and messages and words of beauty and honesty. hide or don’t hide. i need to be writing again.
will you all help me out?
“Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets...”
– Hunter S. Thompson
Everyone has sunk into their respective holes of love while I’m stuck sitting alone watching the hotel lights flicker on and off.
Ghosts and memories. They’re haunting us. He’s haunting us. He is haunting me. Where are you and was your hair long or short?
Lunch time fortune: You are never bitter, deceptive, or petty.
“Minus twenty”
– Phil Ochs, shortly before his suicide, when asked how he felt on a scale of one to ten.
January 2012
22 posts
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Notebooks →
Days of this February were white and magical, the nights were starry and crystalline. The town lay under a cold glory.
Dyed Siberian horse.
As thin as a repeated dream.
The sea was coming up in little intimidating rushes.
The island floated, a boat becalmed, upon the almost perceptible curve of the world.
Lost in the immensity of surfaceless blue sky like air piled on air.
On the great...
No one is happy, yet no one wants to do anything about it.
“The writing’s easy, it’s the living that is sometimes difficult.”
– Charles Bukowski (via nevver)
cara-catalyst asked: this isn't confirmed but i think i'll be in san fransisco in march.
December 2011
36 posts
I understand why Ian Curtis did it in the morning.
Lunchtime fortune: A modest man never talks of himself.
Lunchtime fortune: You are going to take a trip to the seaside.
“And sometimes when you’re on you’re really fucking on And your friends they sing along and they love you But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap And it teases you for weeks in its absense”
-Rilo Kiley