prophetic dreamer

In another universe I was Elliott smith’s Camel Lights and he took me everywhere with him

i like to blame myself for everything just in case

does anyone else feel like we need to raise the standard for writing quality across all mediums like right now

its nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and 5 beers and a head injury and jacking off and killing myself cant fix

youre supposed to not be like this by my age but whatever

romance is when two people explode into tiny pieces that all mix together and you can't tell them apart

they did some 7-zip shit to my nervous system

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

the impetus for matt’s relationship with music and songs in his films was him meeting jay. like that’s obvious score-wise. they were literally connected for the purpose of jay scoring matt’s high school movie project. but specifically looking at song choices. matt, who uses songs and music in his films as a tool to tell the story. it’s not just fancy backdrop, or vibes, or an aesthetic. it’s a part of his vision. he thought about running around jay while lights out by santigold was playing for months before they shot that scene for the webseries. his love for boys don’t cry and how ntbts is essentially their “we love each other so much but will never say it to one another”. they met at this age where matt was justttt getting into filmmaking and here comes this cool piano guy from another school who IS music, who loves movies and games and everything he likes, and can magically create music that will mesh to whatever matt is doing at the drop of a dime. think of how formative that must be. how influential whatever his tastes are. how ben folds five was the first thing jay shared with matt and how army has been their anthem of sorts for decades now. from that moment on it’s not even a question of what music means to matt.

explained to an 8 year old that once a fruit is ripe you only have so much time until it rots so you have to eat it soon and she said so i'll never be able to keep it perfect like this forever? no and there are about a million pieces of art for you unrelatedly

i tried to come out of my shell and fucked it up and now im kinda lodged in here all weird

I have stopped writing the great american novel to look at tumblr.