18 days til I see Girls live and today I learnt that Christopher Owens was raised in a cult. People are so endlessly fascinating. I guess that’s why I feel this compulsive need to write to so many all at once, via snailmail and email and shoutbox messages and this strange new tumblr fanmail feature and anything else that allows me to reveal pieces of myself to near-strangers, in hopes that they’d do the same to me.
peachdrug asked: (re: snail mail) ME! SO THAT I CAN BE ALL PRODUCTIVE AND SEND SNAIL MAILS TOO
YAY! PM ME YOUR ADDRESS :>
Patti SMITH à Robert MAPPLETHORPE - Paris/New York
I want to send some snails, anyone?
(Source: the-third-girl)
’ This Place Is Not A Place ‘
A collaboration between Agnete Hegelund and Jonas Bjerre
First shown at Galleri Hugo Opdal, in Flø, Norway
UGH MY SENTIMENTS EXACTLY. also, I remember a post someone posted on the Mosaic Music Festival wall about Duran Duran clashing with one of the Mosaic shows this year and he received a very unprofessional reply under the Mosaic account which included the line, I kid you not, “sorry i just off work” ??!??!?!!!
and all this breaks my heart because I am eloquent, talented and unemployed :’(
things I’ve been doing on this lushhh 4-day Chinese mew year break: eat cereal out of a cup in the most demented way possible, interior design (or rather, shift furniture around the balcony to accommodate new living arrangements), sort out bookshelf, inhaled copious amounts of dust bunnies, collapsed on the bed to snuggle with cats any chance I get, contemplated making an MTV Cribs-esque video, went on a job interview which I’m not keen on accepting because I have terrible life priorities (how in the world can I allow myself to potentially miss Foo Fighters and Future Music Asia, HOW), ate ice cream as a way of saying “fuck you” to this persistent wisdoom toothache, watched Dear Zachary (do NOT google this beforehand if you plan on watching it) and subsequently cried/internally raged to death
YEAR OF THE DRAGON YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH
