*clicki*

“it’s only forevah, not long at all, lost and lonely, that’s underground, underground.”

Up at 6am. Nightmares again. By nightmares I mean you.

ceiling, now.

spazing at Jones beach.

[cliki]

The boy thought that was a very intimate thing.

this came out in LIFO magazine
[wonky Google translation]
[clicki for color]

..as my first agent once said “Thanos, you have the charm of a street accident.” I was 19. I took it as a compliment.

5am wake up call, scorching day, long shoot, back home, epic dump, toe curling self-lovin, long shower, in bed with fan on max, restored, oversharing.

this tub of frozen yogurt is delicious, would be even more so, had I been sharing it.

“Tesla lived the last ten years of his life in a two-room suite on the 33rd floor of the Hotel New Yorker, room 3327. There, near the end of his life, Tesla showed signs of encroaching senility, walking to the park everyday to feed the pigeons and even bringing injured ones into his hotel room to nurse them back to health. If for any reason, he could not carry out this duty, he would pay a child to feed the pigeons in his place. He claimed to be have been visited by a specific white pigeon daily, saying, “I have been feeding pigeons, thousands of them for years. But there was one, a beautiful bird, pure white with light grey tips on its wings; that one was different. It was a female. I had only to wish and call her and she would come flying to me. I loved that pigeon as a man loves a women, and she loved me. As long as I had her, there was a purpose to my life.” Tesla recalled a light came from her eyes that was more intense than that produced by his most powerful lamp in his laboratory. Several biographers note that Tesla viewed the death of the pigeon as a “final blow” to himself and his work”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikola_Tesla

another summer of death
7:46am and it’s getting brighter by the minute
until nothing is hidden under the sun

a secret page where everything is revealed.

i wish my building had a rooftop, so I could go up and pray to the stars.

i know, my little friend.

“The director wrote the role of the main character for ___ and he truly excels in it.”

heartbreaking lyrics / terrible advice

Call your girlfriend
It’s time you had the talk
Give your reasons
Say it’s not her fault
But you just met somebody new

Don’t you tell her how I give you something that you never even knew you missed
Don’t you even try and explain how it’s so different when we kiss
You tell her that the only way her heart will mend is when she learns to love again
And it won’t make sense right now but you’re still her friend
And then you let her down easy

“They also noticed a discolored and wilted flower attached to her dress with a pin.”

*click for color*

“Both served in the Navy in World War II, but on different oceans.”

I guess I had to become older and with a broken heart, to understand this is a very, very good film.

LA BETE: Pardon…

LA BELLE: De quoi me demandez-vous pardon?

LA BETE: D’être “Bête”. Pardon.

people are only nice, if they want sex or money.

an old magazine shoot, a wardrobe fitting for a film, a play flyer, a video letter that fell on deaf ears.
old incarnations found on desktop, need be filed away, immediately.
so many old lives, each one in its own folder. don’t want to remember.

‎”Η Κάντυ υποσχέθηκε στον εαυτό της να κερδίσει την αληθινή ευτυχία.
Και ήτανε ένα όμορφο φεγγάρι στον ουρανό.”

Saturday afternoon errands, is a cumbersome affair.

It seems I’ve always been excited by the simple things. “woooaaaahhh floweeerss wooah”