

Nick’s parents bought an apartment on Sullivan street, and it’s gigantic. I felt like Patrick Bateman, especially when we had to climb out the window to sit and talk in the private stone garden (the bay windows had wet paint on them). It was completely insane…
I’m so sick of everyone being so cynical and negative all the time. Good on you Clay. Your music still sucks but my mom really likes you and I’m glad you came out.
Also, FourFour wrote an amazing post about the process of Clay’s coming out, from the first interview where his sexuality was brought up in 2003 to the People cover. Everyone ackowledges themselves at different periods in their lives, and some never do, so better late than never.
I’m watching you Tyler Perry.
Vulgar Picture
My friend Nicole turned me onto this site with nothing but hi-res images of every piece of Smiths artwork ever. OBSESSED. I feel 16 again.
In honor of the Half-Blood Prince trailer (which looks mindblowing on a HD television, look in to it) I have created for you a LOLdemort.
Boom.
I have been laughing at this for the last 15 minutes.
I can’t and I will not! I just fell out all over my laptop. Almost as good as this image of Skeletor.
Dream of life (trailer) Patti Smith (via extrangero)
I was SUPER obsessed with Patti Smith in high school, especially with Horses, which is the perfect album to discover when you’re 16: it’s poetic and brutal and beautiful and discomforting all at once. I remember sitting in my living room and listening to “Land: Horses” in the dark and being like WTF. Patti Smith is one of those artists with whom you feel an immediate camraderie with as soon as you listen to their music. Needless to say, I am pumped about this documentary, even though it looks kind of run-of-the-mill (Patti saying “Turn the camera off”—edgy!). Whatever, I can’t wait.
