For the last eight years, I have been dwelling on an incorrectly remembered moment from the trailer for the last Rocky film (Rocky Balboa, 2006) of Rocky training, thick chains wrapped around each fist, anchored to invisible things behind him, punching forward with each step, dragging whatever it was at the other end of those bonds forward with him.
When things got tough, this was me… in my head, at least. But I wasn’t carrying baggage with me, I was carrying the good things, good places, good people; I felt my muscles swell and grow, and I pictured them as something that could hide or protect everything and everyone I’d ever cared about.
2013 was a tough year for me. I split open, I let myself become jealous and petty, I broke promises, all but crumbling (I crumbled) under the pressure… I half-joked about a tattoo of a tombstone to celebrate the year’s end: ‘R.I.P. 2013: 2013-2013’
(I think I thought about self-harm the other day, but I’m not sure if it counts as self-harm if it’s picturing one’s self being torn apart by arrows?)
I had a strange thought this morning, that maybe I was a dream that thought it was a man, that maybe when I was born I was given a dream instead of a soul.
I’m still here, still dragging my chains behind me.
1:12 am • 1 October 2014 • 14 notes • View comments
buddyblanc’s WISHLIST (September/October, 2014)
- 1 x copy Buck 65’s Neverlove
- 1 x rich friend to take me to the comic shop
- 1 x cheap matte black nail polish
- [x] x vintage swim trunks (2014: the year I start wearing shorts again)
- 1 x everything on my dresscodex tumblr
- 1 x everything here -> “BIZARRE HIPSTER ‘TWIN PEAKS’ MENSWEAR FROM JAPAN" (via of-saudade)
- 1 x framed photograph of Peter Falk as Lt. Columbo
- [x] x solar fairy lights
- 1 x screen door
2:28 pm • 30 September 2014 • 8 notes • View comments
All-Star Superman by Grant Morrison & Frank Quitely
For anybody who needs this today <3
(Source: batmanscurrentlover, via love-and-radiation)
10:01 am • 30 September 2014 • 674 notes • View comments
“A friend and I lay on a mossy bank on a hot day. Overcome by the heat my friend fell asleep. As I watching drowsily, I saw a bee issue from the mouth of my sleeping friend, jump down to the ground and crossed along withered grass stubs over a brook cascading over stones, and enter through an interstice into an old ruined building. Alarmed by what I saw, I hastily shook my comrade, who awakened a second or two after the bee, hurrying back had re-entered her mouth. My friend, the sleeper, protested at my waking her saying that she had dreamt that she had walked through a fine country and had come to the banks of a noble river, and just where the clear water went thundering down a precipice, there was a bridge all silver which she crossed and entered, a noble palace on the other side. she was about to help myself to gold and jewels when I woke her and robbed her of this fate.”
— My School and Schoolmasters (via The Museum of Jurassic Technology)
10:46 am • 21 September 2014 • 13 notes • View comments
I owe monsterpussy $111 for a bet she placed for me. She is a HUGE gambler in this dream. There is a street that reminds me of David Bowie. My dad shows up, starts an argument with somebody, throws a tantrum when nobody sides with him, then goes back to being dead. I’m supposed to sleep with Lady Gaga but I don’t want to and she keeps making me tell her what a big famous star she is and her face is rotting and falling off.
10:38 am • 20 September 2014 • 9 notes • View comments
Wonder Woman, drawn by Frank Quitely, fighting Nazis in South America. Her powers increase exponentially with use, and as she grows stronger, she takes on a champagne gold colouring.
10:15 am • 19 September 2014 • 19 notes • View comments
And never mind that The Misfits stole that logo from The Crimson Ghost (1946) - #respectyourelders, Mike Skull!
(Source: shutitkyle, via deepseaian)
11:30 pm • 16 September 2014 • 44,993 notes • View comments