May 2012
2 posts
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved...”
– Maurice Sendak (via nedhepburn)
A favorite.
April 2012
2 posts
“two sundays ago, i was walking south of market in san francisco and i thought about what you said, years ago, about how you didn’t understand how a city so big could feel so empty. i realized exactly what you meant. it was a ghost town, save for the occasional car and the flutter of some stray paper.
i didn’t forget your birthday this year. i remembered, but i didn’t say...
March 2012
6 posts
“On the scales of desire, your absence weighs more
than someone else’s presence,...”
– “Absence,” Jeffrey McDaniel
(via modellesbians)
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i don’t really know how to describe my life, but i’m writing a book titled “how to destroy your body in one week” by morgan compton and it may or may not include tequila and making out with a stripper.
sometimes, it is really hard for me to believe that i am trying to create anything meaningful for the rest of the world.
February 2012
6 posts
to live in los angeles is to leave los angeles. living here, i’m always trying to find new ways to clear my head. most days, i feel like a rat in a maze. always trying to find a way out. you get caught up in organic coffee beans and sunshine and strung out homeless kids and you really just need an escape. heroin or cocaine or crocodile tongues, my escape just happens to be physical.
...
Given that a failed romance started eight years ago today, after reminiscing on all the good and bad, my next thought was, “When did I become old enough to say a relationship started eight years ago?”
alexandrewall:
God I love older women.
i walk these streets like an art gallery. clouds above ripping holes through the sky. i put my ear to the ground. all i heard was you. the future as an afterthought.
January 2012
4 posts
December 2011
9 posts
Thirty days to twenty-one.
Never getting outta bed because I miss my mom.
The thing about living in LA is that when you go out on an accidental date - two people having completely different perceptions of the night only to say, “oh hey, I’m gay” - it will probably end up as an episode of the TV show they just sold to ABC.
that moment your girlfriend gets asked to be a stand in for olivia wilde and your celebrity dream and your real life dream collide. what.
finished my last exam and the worst is finally over. two years and a degree and now i have the time and the brain capacity to finally do what i want to do. waiting for the skin to grow back on the nails i bit off and returning to the things i can’t live without.
you try and fight it all off, but there are some things you can’t shake. wondering if you are looking for sadness forever - all these bad scenes feel like they’re out of some shitty book that i never had any interest in reading…but the good times are there and it’s foolish to ignore.
i still feel like my heart got torn out and is lying in the streets of a city i left in...
November 2011
6 posts
something about you and i has always made this huge state seem so small. i’m still waiting for the moment where i walk into a restaurant, a store, a train station, anything, and see your face. your actual face, not just the similarities i desperately search for in everyone else. tell me how i could have memorized a face i’ve never seen in real life. but i do, the eyes, the mouth, the...
i’ve been walking in that same circle for as long as i can remember.
synchronicity.
with my social security card, birth certificate, and passport lost in the mail, i am having somewhat of an identity crisis.
October 2011
7 posts
can’t decide which side is greener
after accidentally deleting four brand new songs, i think i finally made the transition to notebook.
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in the past month:
horses made of tires in alabama, getting lost in new orleans, the gas station across from our hotel got robbed, the rain followed us out of louisiana and into texas, ox bagina, mexican bakeries and fake moustaches, the best mexican food i ever had in a car wash in el paso, driving next to juarez, my first speeding ticket in new mexico, homemade dumplings in tucson, hydroponics and future financial...
“So, when living, be with death, so that you are a guest in this world, so that...”
– J. Krishnamurti (New Delhi - November 13, 1983) (via predatorywaspobserver)
moved to los angeles, living in los feliz, it’s pretty rad.
You were in my dream last night for the first time in awhile and now I’m driving through the city where you got eloped.
i have my amazon bitch and everything changes.
you guys are all so beautiful.
September 2011
5 posts
The thing about distance is…
and so it goes:
orlando -> new orleans -> austin -> tucson -> los angeles
surrrrreal
cold feet and i’m reminding myself that it will all be over soon. i’m always picturing myself shivering naked, standing alone on a thick sheet of ice, getting ready to jump into a too small hole trying to retrieve something deep, deep under the ice.
cold feet, right.
“Karl Lagerfeld isn’t even that nice. He was only nice to me because he had...”
August 2011
9 posts
the sky is still the limit, but as much as i think about space, maybe it’s not anymore.
the idea of moving cross country in a handful of days has me on the verge of freaking out. it’s impossible to keep my head, but remind myself that “nothing is permanent”.
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