Office by Alex Penny
A very flawed man working on his relationship with a perfect God. All glory to him. I also really like film, music, and literature.
90s kids will only be able to experience owning a home through this game
(Source: truthistrue, via mountainshape)
Anonymous: What would you say inspires you the most creatively?
No one thing inspires me the most. The things I am inspired by though are going to art museums such as LACMA, reading poetry and novels, observing the world (from things such as how people to act to how nature works), music, and movies.
Anonymous: Are you a fan of David Foster Wallace?
I’ve only read his nonfiction and essays (I just finished reading Consider the Lobster and Other Essays) and I like them. They are insightful, smart, well written, and humorous. I have not read his fiction but I can safely say I am a fan of his nonfiction.
Hear “Defriended,” a brand new song from Beck.
Super good. Happy that Beck’s new song did not disappoint.
(via nprmusic)
(via theneedledrop)
feelin very 90’s today
Anonymous: have you watched harold and maude?
I know the general plot and stuff, but no I haven’t seen it. I would like to watch it but have not gotten around to it yet.
its silly when established artists come out and say that theres no interesting new music and theres no soul or originality in music any more etc. etc. etc.
it doesn’t seem productive, i dont know who it really helps or why it’s necessary
The Grandmaster-Wong Kar Wai (2013)
Home is where i want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(so i) guess i must be having fun
Is this the cutest Bachelor ever? Watch the season premiere of The Bachelorette tonight at 8|7c on ABC!
she’s gonna marry that baby and there’s nothing we can do to stop her
(via mountainshape)
It’s been a long flight, but the plane is about to land. I breathe a sigh of relief. It’s weird, I’ve never really talked to my fellow passengers but I don’t think I’ll see any of them ever again.
I’m looking forward to stepping off the plane. I’ll smoke a quick cigarette, hang around the city for a bit during the layover, and then get on my next flight to my real destination. Home.
What if I die and I have never loved anyone more than myself? Have I even loved anymore than myself?
