(Source: jamesgentilephoto, via bummerbitch)
selfie
(via no-salt-on-her-tail)
I had a dream the other night that Thurston Moore came to my Oscar party and was being an asshole about Big Star and tried to get me to smoke crack - but then I saw this photo, and all is forgiven.
(pic from here)
Yesterday I went to a Valentine’s party, which is where the above photo comes from. I wore a dress with all different-colored flowers on it and brought a bag of strawberry 3 Musketeers and a bottle of Mexican vodka and someone gave me a hot-pink feather tickler. Then I went to a birthday party and had pizza and ice cream cake and went home and went to sleep and woke up and watched She’s So Lovely for the first time since I was 20-years-old. It meant a lot more to me this time and there’s an 87 percent chance I’m now going to go through some weird Cassavetes thing; also I am grateful for the existence of John Travolta. Then I went for a big walk and got an iced coffee with almond milk from Taza and walked some more, up and down Sunset, and then I went to Kien Giang Bakery and bought a vegan banh mi and a Diet Coke and a vanilla cupcake for six dollars. I ate the sandwich and drank the soda and I’m saving the cupcake for later, for lemonadey cocktails. The last song I heard walking back home was “Happy” and I think I’ll write something “Happy”-related today. It’s really warm and sunny and beautiful out.
crucial info/the reality of my handwriting
I wrote a big thing about the 20th birthday of Star by Belly and about the beauty of being a writer and a dreamy weirdo and about sweetness and resisting psychic death. Jen made that gorgeous drawing up top and at the center is a picture I took of a tree that is definitely the tree from “Feed The Tree.” It lives up the street from my house and that “Angel” carved into the trunk is definitely a reference to the Star song of the same name.
Anyway here’s the post; it’s called “Every Song On ‘Star’ by Belly Still Belongs To Me”
problematic but beautiful
(Source: 80srecordparty)
