to move up and down
THECRYINGAME
Obscurity is the obsession.
I bought this for myself in LA. It was funny at the time.
Yes. Yep. Yeah. (via: Angel Davila)
(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via snakesovchrist)
GPOY
(via friendofhagrid)
Waiting for my ship to come in…
Sub Plots
The Nation of Chinatown is where I live
I decided to wear my rubber mini dress on NYE. It seemed appropriate
9 pm.
There are no pictures of the evening after this last one. In typical fashion, my phone died. It was kind of a relief. It was the thing that allowed me to unhinge. No one to talk to, no one to meet up with. I was just gonna go where the wind took me. I tagged along to a show in Brooklyn. ‘Light Asylum’ was amazing. I can’t explain this band. See here. Then I went to a house party. Somewhere along the line I started pouring vodka into my champagne and things got fuzzy. I woke up the next morning with a bastard behind my eyes. I was hurt. I slithered out of bed and into some jeans that were on my floor and went to meet my wife for pancakes. And a hug. I needed both of them so badly.
I get tossed like 4 times a year. Mostly on special occassions. Birthday, New Years, Halloween, Coachella. How predictable…I know. I’m a party toddler. I simply can’t hold my liquor. 2 drinks and I’m silly wasted. Now I remember why I stay away from the sweet nectar. The day after drinking I need to be swaddled and held and fed and told that everything is gonna be alright. I was catatonically hung over you guys. A big, sack of shit, baby. Nearly inconsolable. I almost puked while putting on my mascara! Too much movement. But I somehow got to the train and then my wife made it all better. We had a lovely little time on 14th street
After brunch my wife had a sweet idea for a New Year’s day craft project. We made Flower Crowns. They’re as delightful as they sound
Tofu soup for the teenage soul
Look at this little muffin here. Jenna D. J Dom. J.D.
whatta babe
I’d really like to know how the NYC MTA plans to compensate me for all the hours of my life I’ve lost waiting for the F train
I go to a meditation group that meets in a Public School auditorium in the Lower East Side. I’m always creeped out and excited by wandering the halls after class
Do you even remember being that small?
First I’m like this
Then I’m all like this
But mostly I’m like this. Sloth life.
This is a small Sub Plots post. Not much has been going on. It’s been a quiet winter thus far. I’ve mostly been hibernating in my bedroom, thinking about life and staring at my wall. I’ll leave off with these sage words from ye olde past
xoxo
Marzipan
So…Zoe Cassavetes made a movie about my life. Well, she didn’t know that it was about me…but it is. It’s about me and so many single, thirty something, women living in New York City. Careening towards hopelessness and becoming more and more misanthropic and disenfranchised with each empty and soul killing date we go on. Then a charming French man comes to visit New York and sweeps Parker Posey off of her feet…causing an anxiety attack and a spontaneous trip to Paris to find him once again….I’m still waiting on this last part to happen to me. French, British, Irish, Scottish…nationality is not important…but please come soon. I’m here and I’m not getting any younger…or more approachable. Watch this film everyone. It’s smart. Smart and real. Don’t find that in films too much these days, now do you?
- I’m 28 btw
AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL. NEW YORK CITY> PANIC> MEN> WOMEN> TRUTH> ART> MAGIC> LIFE> LOVE> PARIS. la fin.
(via friendofhagrid)
By Belle
don’t ask
Lil Frankie’s
let’s play ‘count the animal print’
This is my favorite pic. Look at my computer screen. It’s mah Ginger prince. There was a time last year when I didn’t go a day without watching the Zoo Kid video ‘out getting ribs.’
I know I look very small in this picture. It’s an optical illusion…I’m actually much smaller ;)
my bedroom is bizarro world
I took this last one….I miss you Belleski!!!
