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i made this tonight. just continuing in my obsession with...

Sat, 13 Mar 2010 00:24:54 -0800

i made this tonight. just continuing in my obsession with anatomical hearts and love.

last night i had a really intense dream about being in love. it made me wake up wanting to rip my heart out of my body. but instead i just got out of bed, and with bloody knees i lived another day.

and even if our love was made at gunpoint, it still blew my heart wide open. so won’t you...

Thu, 11 Mar 2010 10:16:00 -0800

and even if our love was made at gunpoint, it still blew my heart wide open. so won’t you wait for me..i’m coming too. cuz baby i’ve got another loaded gun, and i was meant for you.

i wanna smoke a pack in my room while lying on my bed with nothing but shorts and a tank top on; the...

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 12:48:42 -0800

i wanna smoke a pack in my room while lying on my bed with nothing but shorts and a tank top on; the summer air blowing through my windows. beach house pouring out of my speakers, and nothing on the walls but these pictures i’ve made my life. only this heart of mine full of worn down shoes and hands that clap and kick just when i run out of words. nothing but you’s and me’s and all the seconds in between. we’ve got the tools honey, now lets make this work.

summer's a comin'

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 12:34:00 -0800

summer is coming and all will be right in the world again. here are some songs that will make you feel the sweet smell of summer and all the entire world lingering at your fingertips…

lovefool//the morning benders (cardigans cover)

map of the world//monsters of folk

summertime//jesca hoop

lets go surfing//the drums

bag of hammers//thao with the get down stay down

when they fight, they fight//the generationals

it's time to get up.

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 17:00:00 -0800

you just got destroyed again. you’re head is still intact. i think it might have just exploded last night. you couldn’t even feel the rest of your body you know, not even your cold feet. but the pictures in the back of your thoughts still showed up nice and bright, smashing against the sides of your skull. what is with the insides of that head of yours, anyway? but you’re still alive. still breathing. still beating. still seeing. you’re awake. you’re not in love, but you just might be.. with everything. is that even love? you love love. you’re not alone. it’s just another day. you don’t know much, but these things you know are true. now get up.

that’s what i woke up thinking to myself this morning. and no, i don’t usually talk in second person. i’ve been all out of sorts today. last night i had the migraine to end all migraines. i wonder sometimes if my migraines are physical manifestations of what’s going on mentally or emotionally in me. like maybe trying to reign in all these wild, half processed, tangled thoughts of mine into something sensible is just too much for my head and heart to handle. i doubt it, but it’s a possibility. it sure does shut me up for a few days though. writhing face down in the corner of your bed can shut you up pretty good.

and in the quiet i always see the same things. funny how such joy and such pain could exist in this very same spot. we walk away with bigger hearts, but we’ve bruised them all up with each other. and such truth on our lips, our mouths working so earnestly together, and we still don’t know what we really want to say. tangled limbs, trying to find our ways around all of this. none of this makes sense. and curled up in a little ball, i’ll revisit it all by myself. my head screaming in agony each time i breathe in. out.

and summer’s bursting at the seams. i need those long nights where the sun goes down at 8pm and the windows blow soft air over my uncovered skin. i need bright colors and loud smiles and soaring hearts.. all running through my veins.

now get up.

needle in the hay//elliot smith

i think we're drunk dear.

Sat, 06 Mar 2010 14:26:27 -0800

i have to write when i’m like this. my mind isn’t boxed up in nicely kept walls. it spills over ceilings and pours down the hallways and into every room i hide in. all of this is a bunch of bullshit. i know nothing about life, but i see more than ever. i’ll call you on my way to sin city, but i think you care too much to let me be just your friend. you don’t answer. it’s too close. so i’ll just let this air blow thru my windows. and the smell of summer makes me want to fall into a million pieces. where i am right now.. i feel like i’m the silence in the center of a tornado; madness swirling all around me, but i sit still in the mess of it all and there’s nothing but peace where i am. i watch everything get torn to shreds around me, but somehow nothing touches me. and this tornado loves you. my arms and legs feel a little lighter tonight. my heart reacts to your every word and somehow everything you say rips my skin right off.

airplanes//local natives

follow this..

Sat, 06 Mar 2010 13:25:43 -0800

art signals

trust me. this will be good.

so, my little brobro, zac, and i started a weekly...

Sat, 06 Mar 2010 12:55:00 -0800

so, my little brobro, zac, and i started a weekly ‘creation challenge’. every week we come up with a challenge having to do with a specified theme and create something having to do with that. this weeks theme was:

vag·a·bond [vag-uh-bond]

1. wandering from place to place without any settled home; nomadic: a vagabond tribe
2. leading an unsettled or carefree life
3. having an uncertain or irregular course or direction
4. a person, usually without a permanent home, who wanders from place to place; nomad

and this is what we created. mine on top, zac’s on bottom. our very own tumblr site will soon be available to view all of our weekly artings. keep your eyes open.

“there was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.” -jack kerouac//on the road-

be a kid again

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 16:45:04 -0800

be a kid again:

tarik mikou’s ‘to be a kid again’ series is outstanding in every way. so let’s, shall we.. be kid’s again?

yes. i think we shall.

wasted hands we tear ourselves aparttelling stories our tongues cannot controlwith rosy red cheeks,...

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 00:01:00 -0800

wasted hands we tear ourselves apart
telling stories our tongues cannot control
with rosy red cheeks, we smile and lose all feeling
lay down and die to the lives we can’t be living

our eyes are opened for the first time in ages
and grabbing daffodils we let our arms rise from our bodies
we’ll flood this land, waist high in freedom
and alive, growing hearts on trees we’ll multiply

heavy legs all crumbling on the scene
this is not the dream of love we had
but picking wounds, blood on our chests
we dig up the graves of our once dead bodies

pick up our bones, and live another day

-wrote that last night as i went to sleep.. huh.

picturing

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 10:21:15 -0800

i just got back some gems today..

it feels good. every time i get back a batch of decent photos something happens to my heart. cameras are so much more sure of everything than i am. perhaps that’s why i like them so much. my heart falls to pieces. my head explodes. the world is a little more interesting.

love.

where have i gone

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 16:06:00 -0800

i’m not sure where my head and heart are today. i haven’t been able to write anything much lately. i’ve just been posting a bunch of music and art because i can’t get anything out on my own. i did write this the other night as i drove down to costa mesa before heading to vegas. it was just such a perfect moment..

-it smells like summer outside. like fresh cut grass pouring through my windows. like sun soaked dew covering the seats of my car as i drive down this open highway. like long crop sprinklers stretching out across fields of green corn. and all i want is to reach out and grab your hand so we don’t miss one single second of it.-

i’m obsessed with foxes right now. like, actual foxes. i want to own one. maybe name it august. or niles. i can’t get certain songs out of my head. i want to lay on the sides of green hills. i want to annihilate myself with things that make me feel alive. i think if i looked inside my head right now my brain would be splattered all over the insides of my skull. i’m learning everything. i’m growing a heart. i’m in love with everything.

and it’s wonderful.

and then i discovered these beautiful human beings:

angus & julia stone. yea, and they had to be two of the most gorgeous looking people on top of it all..

paper aeroplane//angus & julia stone

dent may & his magnificent ukulele

Tue, 02 Mar 2010 10:26:00 -0800

holey moley. i am in love with this man. dent may has opened my mind and redefined the term ‘nerd cool’ in a way that that makes me feel pure happiness and joy. this guy is a crooning ukulele lounge singer and he’s not afraid to embody everything about that persona. you can tell he doesn’t take himself too seriously, but he asks that you take him seriously. and the thing is, you do. and his songs are more than enjoyable to listen to because he’s really good.

looooving it.

meet me in the garden//dent may & his magnificent ukulele

you can’t force a dance party//dent may & his magnificent ukulele

26 miles//dent may & his magnificent ukulele

i wawnt this. yes. i am fully aware that this is a fox. but...

Mon, 01 Mar 2010 22:51:00 -0800

i wawnt this. yes. i am fully aware that this is a fox. but just look at how GD beautiful it is.

ellie goulding

Mon, 01 Mar 2010 12:02:00 -0800

the wolves//ellie goulding (bon iver cover)

starry eyed (jakwob remix)//ellie goulding

ellie goulding, where have you been?! this english singer/songwriter debuts her first album, lights, today. not to mention she took on covering bon ivers ‘the wolves’ and pulled it off GD beautifully. good good stuff here people.

well. here it is. i wish this was better, but i think...

Mon, 01 Mar 2010 09:44:00 -0800

well. here it is. i wish this was better, but i think i’ll get better with time. i want a better voice. a more unique one. but since i can’t get so picky just yet, this will have to do. i’m sorry, bon iver, for falling short of your glory. but lets be honest, who can come close? at least i make up for it with weirdness, right? what.. i wear a coon hat and paint my face every day. actually, this is just what i happened to have on when i decided to record this. handle it.

love.

have this.

Fri, 26 Feb 2010 17:04:00 -0800

i drew this yesterday. i’ve realized that maybe i do this too quickly with people. but i also realize that it’s because i want to fall in love with everyone. and all the time. what am i to do? but i’d take a few more punches just for that moment of feeling like my entire body’s been pumped with sunshine, and my hearts just ready to explode.. and its just bursting and bursting and bursting.

also, listen to this song by king charles and have your heart grow and die all at the same time. love.

beating hearts//king charles

grey oceans

Thu, 25 Feb 2010 20:17:00 -0800

really can’t wait for this new album. keepin’ it beautifully weird with cocorosie.

untitled new song//cocorosie

fatherhood//cocorosie

holy good sweet lord. it’s beautiful. just,...

Thu, 25 Feb 2010 11:46:44 -0800

holy good sweet lord. it’s beautiful. just, beautiful.

you may recognize him from sigur ros, but front man jonsi has gone solo and created some of the most gorgeous things i’ve ever beheld. thank you for existing, jonsi.

jonsi//go do

pipe it “i’d like you to draw a boy.. observing a...

Wed, 24 Feb 2010 17:52:00 -0800

pipe it

“i’d like you to draw a boy.. observing a goose, that is smoking.” -timmy

so i drew. and so we hereby give you the second drawing in our series, that we are calling ‘smokedontsmoke’: pipe it. in case you missed the first drawing, le tigre, and thus the premise behind our series, i’ll give you the quick recap: these images all involve various animals, of various origins, doing various activities… but all having one thing in common- they smoke.

more to come. duck duck goose.