December 2010
“The blond girl in my bathroom
wearing leather underwear
is cutting her hair...”
– James Jarmusch, Split-Screen (via katiehippiewannabe)
“1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel...”
– Kurt Vonnegut’s advice to writers (via bearbearpdx)
http://kerrygiangrande.blogspot.com/
there was a man with penny gold eyes he said , i’m not made of things you can see or feel but touch me anyway i said okay, i said okay and i did but i felt him i said i feel you, he said you feel nothing i said define nothing he said do you have a cigarette i said do you have a song and he sang me one and i said i feel everything you must have your nothings all mixed up.
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“I want you to write like a motherfucker too, sweet pea. But there are some...”
– DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #60: The World Lit By Other People (via synecdoche)
Watchjuliaariellecox:
Mike Coia and I come together to sing “Baby It’s Cold Outside”
likelike
Watchpeterdohertyforlovers:
fuckyeahbilo:
“Production Confessions” - a video uploaded by Peter to his Albion Rooms blog depicts some of the filming for his upcoming movie.
OMG.
WHAT FUCKING SONG IS THAT
“Then I think of you in bed,
your tongue half chocolate, half ocean,
of the...”
– Anne Sexton, “Eighteen Days Without You, December 11th” (via youveescaped)
(via littleadventures)
An interesting series of poems. You can read all of them here.
Thanks for the link to the other poems! That’s why I’m reblogging this. (via awritersruminations)
http://kerrygiangrande.blogspot.com/
-i can’t stop thinking of that game we used to play. -i was always all bruised up. -i liked your bruises. they were the only way to tell that you were real. -i’m not. your eyes were so blue. your eyes were a foggy ocean. -they are no longer blue. without you i am no longer myself. i am limbless, my vital organs are just cold air and the world fell asleep, its shaking from the...
