lot of old junk and bad vibes over @ my old blog, so i’m gonna give myself a fresh, pared down start over here to start out year twenty-five
to simplify, reconnect with good friends and good people, for posting my shitty photography and an annoying amount of quotes from books, serious personal and mental health blogging, &c
idk i hope some of my old friends will give this new thing a follow
& now mark (still in new york from the tribeca festivities; i maybe follow all the superego lads on insta; idgaf) is at hamilton right now tonight this is !!!!!!
so pistol shrimps radio is back and i’ve got to get my stupid delight at jerks podcasting out somewhere (i know i know this is what twitter was made for)
just, okay
matt is so cute about amanda it’s infuriating
BUT MOSTLY
mark just namechecked sufjan stevens
called him “soof-john” i can’t get enough of this
when favorite things collide……………
jesus, god
what would smile have been, though, if brian wilson could have finished it when he started, deep in the grip of all that genuis and madness and hugeness and energy?
the coffee bar downton that i go to sometimes and follow on instagram posted a picture of my hot philosophy professor from my college days having coffee there today so i guess i am never going there again
“I’m going to kill myself tomorrow”
The Royal Tenenbaums
All memory of the brilliance of the young Tenenbaums had been erased by two decades of betrayal, failure and disaster.
ballad of fallen angels is my aesthetic tbh
I think we’re just gonna have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that.
The Royal Tenenbaums (2001).
I always wanted to be a Tenenbaum, you know?
The Royal Tenenbaums (2001) dir. Wes Anderson