March 2012
February 2012
“I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.”
– Tom Waits (via time-bomb-baby)
Words to keep inside your pocket:
Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.
Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful.
Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound.
Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling.
Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like.
Aubade - a song greeting the dawn.
Ephemeral - lasting a very short time.
Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal.
Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in...
“And what is the word for knowing your bones are made
of midnight?”
– B. Hicok (via waitingforteaagain)
“Sometimes I get a little sad, and I feel like being alone. Then I talk to my cat...”
– James Franco (via heartlesszombie)
Terence Koh
These Decades that We Never Sleep, Black Light
2004
Crystal chandelier, paint, lollipops, vegetable matter, human and horse hair, mineral oil, rope from a ship found after midnight, glass shards, stones and artist’s blood and shit
190 x 72 cm
1 tag
Say Hi To Your Mom-I Think I’ll Be A Good...
I love how many hidden goth/post-punk bars in Chicago are being introduced to me recently. My friend and I are going to one on Thursday that’s been in the heart of the alternative scene in Chicago since 1979. On Thursdays they have a New Wave/Post-Punk night where they only play 80’s music and beer is two dollars. Fuck man, I love Chicago.
I got eight and a half hours of sleep for the first time in a week. I feel very well rested and ready to apply for a job at my library and then work in the dark room for 5 hours straight making prints. I really hope I get this job, I would give anything to work in a nice quiet library organizing books and files for hours a day. It’s my dream job. I’m very nervous though, I’m scared they will...
“Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth
like a mermaid of the soil,...”
– Jeffrey McDaniel, from “The Archipelago of Kisses” (via valeofdreams)
“I don’t like the country. Creeps me out. In the country, dead bodies live in...”
– Tracey (via iwriterudewords) will always reblog
1 tag
“Marked” — EMA
I wish that every time he touched...
I’m so tired I feel drunk, I don’t sleep anymore. Wrap me up and feed me sleeping pills like communion wafers. I want to be the next Heath Ledger, kiss me on my open mouth.
