Gonna be starting Disposable Art 17 tomorrow. Check out my Flickr to see what you’ve missed thus far if you haven’t seen it.

All I really want is for somebody to like me (like, LIKE like me) for a sustained period of time without eventually getting tired of me and moving on. But until then, the handsome bachelor life it is, I guess.

I haven’t taken a photo of myself in a pretty long time and am finally starting to consider myself cute again, so here is a quick present.

I haven’t taken a photo of myself in a pretty long time and am finally starting to consider myself cute again, so here is a quick present.

The only thing I miss about my twenties is having fast metabolism.

I kind of want to start a book club with chapters from my manuscript, but I don’t know if that’s a dumb idea, to have a book club for a book that’s merely still in progress? I think on one hand, it would be cool to talk about these chapters extensively with people as the others are being written.

"Stop being so dramatic, Martin Douglas. You’re going to come back to Tumblr eventually, you dingus."

I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’m okay, but I still feel lost at sea. It’s been over five months since my mom passed away, and even though I don’t feel terrible every minute of every day, even though I don’t lie in bed every morning when I wake up and ask myself, “Do I really want to do this? Do I really want to drudge my way through the pits of another day?,” I feel like my motivation has been sapped away. I’ve done a few things that I’m proud of, but haven’t had the motivation I used to when it comes to busying myself with work. I find myself just wanting to be by myself every day.

I’ve barely written anything about music in 2014. I haven’t had the drive to keep up with everything. And the problem with that is, I don’t really care. It doesn’t matter to me if I write another word about anything, and that frightens me, because I don’t know when I’m going to be inspired to write again.

I told myself I’d take the spring off and come back swinging in the summer. I told myself I’d take the summer off and come back with a vengeance in the fall. But honestly? I have no idea when I’m coming back. The solitude is too alluring right now. Maybe instead of picking myself back up after my mother’s death, I’ve just suppressed all that grief and it’s manifesting itself in sloth and lethargy.

To be frank, I don’t know when I’m coming back. I don’t know if I’ll ever come back. I just wanted you to know in case I don’t come back.

And if I don’t come back, maybe each of you will eventually see me in person one day, because I love every single one of you and I would love for that to happen. Always remember Martin Douglas loves you.
Gerhard Richter

Gerhard Richter

(Source: blackanemone, via lesfemmes-buttondown)

lecollecteur:

Larry Fink - Untitled (1958)

lecollecteur:

Larry Fink - Untitled (1958)

(Source: killerbeesting)

aubreylstallard:

Sophie Taeuber-Arp - Composition with Circles and Semi-Circles (1935)

aubreylstallard:

Sophie Taeuber-Arp - Composition with Circles and Semi-Circles (1935)

(Source: neophytou, via matthewedwards)

(Source: cindymayweather, via slowburning)

Shimabuku - Sea and Flowers (2013)

(Source: coutugh, via telepathicaffair)

jesuisperdu:

Sannah Kvist

jesuisperdu:

Sannah Kvist

Zilla Rocca & the Shadowboxers - “Shoot the Piano Player”

With me on the beats.