ice cold

start, stop, and start again

spent the summer trying to pull this room together with some barely-there paint, new furniture (which i forgot to photograph) and artwork. the moon above the bed is an architectural print i got done at staples for $4. print in the last shot is by the talented d-kim. home decor more more more!

i’ll miss you too much…

“therefore let us agree that the idea of eternal return implies a perspective from which things appear other than as we know them: they appear without the mitigating circumstance of their transitory nature. this mitigating circumstance prevents us from coming to a verdict. for how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit? in the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”

-unbearable lightness of being

constellations and all; now available at my heart’s desire.

which that means i’m one year closer to 25 and that scares me a lot a lot a lot but it’s ok because of you and you and you.

thanks for a good one, friends.

let’s trade shit we make/find and send each other way cool mix tapes. maybe someone in korea or france so i can practice the raingrage. anybody?

실례. ‘펜팔’ 찾고있습니다. 자, 서로에게 편지를 보내 보자! 응? 좋아! 이메일을 여기.

excuse-moi. je cherche un écrivain ami en france. laissez-nous le commerce des choses et être heureux. je vais essayer de ne pas utiliser google traducteur trop. écrivez-moi. ici.

i let two ghetto girls borrow my phone only to have them run off with it only to have me and the lee bros hunt them down on our bikes only to have found them only to have chased the one without the phone, letting the one with the phone get away.

“god damn it.” he said, “there are nice things in the world– and i mean nice things. we’re all such morons to get so sidetracked. always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.”

-f & z, salinger

i’m allergic to everything in the world.

(minus you.)

another day spent and nothing gained.

“potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.”

-100% perfect girl, murakami