Charlie's Treehouse

terrysdiary: James Franco at my studio #3 Why can’t you...

Fri, 24 May 2013 11:35:14 -0400

terrysdiary:

James Franco at my studio #3

Why can’t you be at my studio?

Mhm

Fri, 24 May 2013 09:44:31 -0400

Mhm

forever

Thu, 23 May 2013 15:05:13 -0400

forever

On a kick.

Thu, 23 May 2013 15:00:17 -0400

On a kick.

Smug ass dog.

Thu, 23 May 2013 14:56:44 -0400

Smug ass dog.

Photo

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:55:19 -0400

"[Detective Brett Goodkin] has pictures of himself with all these jewels on a table and pictures of..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:13:34 -0400

“[Detective Brett Goodkin] has pictures of himself with all these jewels on a table and pictures of him with Paris Hilton. And the only reason Nancy Jo is at all relevant—at all—is because I had a fucking meltdown on my television show. She claims that we’re fame-obsessed teens. No, shame on you, Nancy! You have taken the pain you have caused me and you ran with it. Everything that they claim we are, they are. Everybody wants to be famous.”

- Alexis Neiers

Wham bam thank you, Stam

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:53:42 -0400

Wham bam thank you, Stam

Photo

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:06:45 -0400

Joanna Newsom has always been better than all of us and...

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:01:36 -0400

Joanna Newsom has always been better than all of us and sometimes I remember.

taysut: gpoy.

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:02:34 -0400

taysut:

gpoy.

These motherfuckers…

Tue, 21 May 2013 18:39:51 -0400

These motherfuckers…

O’Keeffe by Alfred Stieglitz

Mon, 20 May 2013 16:26:50 -0400

O’Keeffe by Alfred Stieglitz

Daisy chain

Mon, 20 May 2013 16:25:18 -0400

Daisy chain

"My prince has slipped! and his face has turned to shadow his tongue no longer strong but gray..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 16:20:00 -0400

“

My prince has slipped!
and his face has turned
to shadow

his tongue no longer strong
but gray (how sad!)
it used to be so full
of spit and roses

My prince the stars have
fallen from your crown
and I can not fathom
their fading-
some things should be forever!

You’ve taken your coal
and your seaward gaze-

You’ve taken your will
and your weakness and left

me with nothing but
words to keep me warm
But I don’t want them!
Take them back!

I want Paris
I want you drunk on wine
I want to walk with you
and hold you up
and giggle and kiss

God how I miss
your smile and thick skin

At night
(Do you remember?)
How I’d worry
and you’d press me tight
against you. Extinguishing
the red flame
of my head against
your shoulder
Smooth as chalk dust you’d laugh
in the face of
death and uncertainty
Do you remember?
You’d say time knew nothing
well now you’re gone
and time is all I have left

”

- Jewel Kilcher

I can’t believe I just totally missed Cannes again this...

Mon, 20 May 2013 13:18:13 -0400

I can’t believe I just totally missed Cannes again this year.

Photo

Sun, 19 May 2013 19:05:23 -0400

yeah

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:46:12 -0400

yeah

atifkazmi: New Slaves.

Sat, 18 May 2013 20:50:21 -0400

atifkazmi:

New Slaves.

sexquestionsfrom7thgraders: ? I still remember grabbing this...

Sat, 18 May 2013 02:52:07 -0400

sexquestionsfrom7thgraders:

?

I still remember grabbing this card. It belonged to A., one of my very favorite kids of all-time.

A. worked as hard for me as any student I’ve ever had in class, but it was for naught. He could retain main concepts and ideas, but his brain turned to bubble gum anytime his eyes wanted read or hands wanted write.

When the school had its Parent Night, A. showed up wearing a tie, escorting a thin, older woman around. He walked up and said, “Sir, it is my pleasure to introduce you to my mother, [M.].” He made it easy to like him. After a while, I openly rooted for his successes and secretly mourned his failures.

I found a model car one day in a storage room on campus and gave it to A. to work on (he was always pretending to read car magazines in the library). There were 100 pieces to that thing. It was a mess. He brought it to class the next day and said, “Look, I finished it.” I couldn’t believe it. “I like putting stuff together,” he said. I smiled and shook his hand and he smiled and turned and walked away. It remains one of the most substantial moments of my teaching career.

When I pulled this card out I looked at it and immediately knew it was A.’s. I looked up and his eyes —everyone’s eyes— were on me, the class waiting to stifle their giggles at whatever it was I about to read. I tried desperately to decipher it. I couldn’t. “What does it say?,” asked one of the kids. “I’m not certain,” I replied. The cards were always done anonymously, but A. seemed to know it was his. He slouched in his chair just a tiny bit. And I hated the entire world for that moment.

I think this card is sort of a greater metaphor for the questions everyone has about sex.