January 2011
89 posts
ego boosts from strangers.
startin da year right.
I'll post a compliment for every picture you put up, hint hint! For the one you just showed, you still look extremely pretty!
Thisssss guyyyyyyyy. ;)
Then how about a non-revealing photo of your cute face?
keep the compliments comin, bro.
In honor of the new year, how about a revealing picture of your beautiful self.
Oh gosh way to make me blush, but nope ;)
December 2010
117 posts
The New Year
Death Cab For Cutie
The New Year - Death Cab for Cutie
“the clanking of crystal. explosions off in the distance.”
Can somebody please make me a loop of just lil wayne's laugh-cackle thing? THANKS
I’m serious. I’ll send you cookies.
Ask
The Smiths
The Smiths - Ask
2011 preview
- finish series
- launch new column [music+banging!]
- noisepop super week
- coachella
- turn the age of an official grown up
- virgin islands trip
- sasquatch
- rolling stone magazine internship
- ^^^ live in new york the entire summer
- lollapalooza
- posssiblyyy live in LA all fall 2011 semester for different internship but I haven’t decided yet.
- CMJ
- not die.
Another fucked up dream in the Tatyahna dream collection.
I wish I wrote all the gory and deep seeded plot details when I woke up from this dream because now (5 hours later) a lot of it doesn’t make sense. I can’t even make a full story out of it. Basically it was me and somebody (female friend who I don’t know in real life) were stuck in this thing (school/jail/convent/something?) but we were allowed to roam freely. There was this guy (who doesn’t look familiar but had a name of somebody I have met recently, but didn’t resemble that person) and we all went to this big meeting in this high ceiling-ed room with lots of people and a rotating metal thing in the middle where people hung off of (still alive) and the head of the place did a speech. Afterward everybody left, and me and the female friend decided we wanted to save the guy with the common name but doesn’t resemble anybody, because apparently the head of the place that made the speech was trapping the guy in his off white horizontal slated cabin. So we somehow? saved the guy. And we were all walking away and then I murdered him.
Out of nowhere it seems. I guess I saved him to murder him? And I’m not talking peaceful one gunshot in the head or poisoning. I’m talking I blew up his guts and they exploded all over the place and spilled out onto the pale sidewalk and stained it bright red. I don’t know exactly my method, but his guts just exploded.
I am so lucky to live in San Francisco.
picture of the place where you were born:
Newport Beach, California
“I’m trynna do better than good enough.”
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