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mkendrickm:

Another show tonight with tha dope boyze. Y’all ain’t tired of Wrinkles yet is u? (at Oddity Bar)

Played a killer show tonight. Y’all missed out

mkendrickm:

Another show tonight with tha dope boyze. Y’all ain’t tired of Wrinkles yet is u? (at Oddity Bar)

Played a killer show tonight. Y’all missed out

nprfreshair:

This fantastic and moving tribute to Philip Seymour Hoffman by Caleb Slain features over 40 of Hoffman’s films.

At 17:22 the video uses a clip from a 2010 interview with Ross Reynolds of NPR affiliate KUOW in which Hoffman says:

People need each other and that actual interaction or relationship or friendship or romantic love affair, all the different ways relationships take form—is one of the hardest things we do in our lives. It’s one of the biggest risks we’ll take in our lives… If you say ‘yes’ to someone, ‘I will,’ [you] are also saying, ‘I will be hurt by you.’ Because you can’t have relationships if you’re not willing to be disappointed and hurt by that person. It’s almost impossible. And you have to be able to enter the world and realize that the richness of life is all the good and joy and thrill of it, but also all the disappointment, hurt, and heartache of it—and that all of that is what’s great.

Hoffman spoke to Terry in 1999 and 2008. We play parts of both interviews in our tribute to him.

*Quote transcribed as it was said in the interview, not as in the tribute

Great

andrewkangaroo:

This is my good bud Shawn. He was the man that showed me the ropes. We’d always lurk around San Fran, shootin’, smokin’, and lovin life. I miss ya homie.

If you happen to be in the Bay Area tonight book and job gallery is having a memorial of Shawn. All of his art work left in his room will be cluttered throughout the entire gallery. I wish nothing more than to be in San Francisco tonight with friends and tears, being able to celebrate Shawn’s very accomplished short life and pay my respects to him and all he has done for me. This is a man I hold very dear to my heart and respect and love dearly. His relentless, effortless way of living and being a friend is very inspirational. And from this tragedy I have learned to hold friends and art dearer than I already did. The struggle and pain of losing a friend hasn’t been easy and even now I still struggle. I know I took you for granted and wish I wasn’t so foolish before leaving the city. It’s a regret that’ll stay with me for the rest of my life and I will always contemplate on why I didn’t say goodbye. But since hearing the news of your passing there hasn’t been a moment where you weren’t in thought. I am just very grateful that I was able to know you on a personal level. Being able to have memories of our long drives, walks through the city, and conversation of our lives, goals, and struggles has and will make me a better man. So thank you Shawn, yet again for making me a better person. This one is for you.

Frozen Stone

Fabricated dreams swimming through peaks and touching our toes.
As we built a universe with soft licks of the tongue to the lips.
Based on technology circuiting my veins, causing a flow of my blood stream to have you float to paradise.
All and all my heart reverts back to homelessness and curly regrets.
For I have realized I am the same as Shakespeare’s obsession and careless idealistic stories of love.
For I am centering all passion and every accomplishment to touch a still fresh vagina, or die trying.
Every attempt for settlement with dashing ventures of sky rims and mad drinking grabs.
Tumbling to frozen stone, summoning up with scrap knees, lament girl, and sparkling cheeks rising to the moon.
Where I shall wait or die.
I am who I whisper to you, with yawns with alcohol on my breath.
I am starved for your attention.
I am an unconditional patience to reassure a resort you may or may not require.
To suffocate until your death, blessed with holy days you used to fabricate your dreams to be.

findrangers:

R.I.P Shawn Whisenant

Shawn Whisenant was both a friend and family to many. His positivity motivated people, while his creativity inspired a generation of artists, graffiti writers and street photographers. Shawn always had a smile on his face, a camera in his hand and Kupie dog following closely behind him on her leash, ready to take on the ever changing world that was always simultaneously unfolding at Shawn’s fingertips as he walked the streets of San Francisco. 

It brings me to tears to say goodbye to such an amazing human, friend, artist and photographer. Shawn was like a brother to me. He showed me San Francisco like no one else could and introduced me to a culture that is forever embedded in my soul. Today we say goodbye to Shawn Whisenant, but tomorrow we will remember him for the amazing person he was, the things that he stood for and the accomplishments he made.

We Love You Shawn Whisenant. Rest In Peace My Brother…

• Jarod Taber

I miss you bud.

Ripped apart the thread and molded alliance into confusion. The question of existence flowing over heaven, falling on to my head, and my thoughts are pure; my thoughts are sin. Desires are sleeping and her’s are comforted enough with a Polaroid and a few nights. I am born to envy and forth come sloth. For I wish to lick the cunt, but will be consider a glutinous. She is my dream napping tired yawns and dusty eyes.
To grip a daily realization and flap higher to gazed hope. To fall face first on depression and a challenge of happiness.
Tap on crinkled forehand; rub toes to mare. Give up ideals, become truth. Become salvation; nirvana. Become whatever you wish to be. I will innocently die and unconditionally smile.

mkendrickm:

A very Wrinkly Valentine’s to you and your’s. My valentine took these photos while we as a band blew it at tha Barcade. 💔 (at 1984; Wilmington, DE)

played the worst show of my life last night. Still was a killer time

mkendrickm:

A very Wrinkly Valentine’s to you and your’s. My valentine took these photos while we as a band blew it at tha Barcade. 💔 (at 1984; Wilmington, DE)

played the worst show of my life last night. Still was a killer time

leafwiggum:

Philip Seymour Hoffman
1967-2014

Success isn’t what makes you happy. It really isn’t. Success is doing what makes you happy and doing good work and hopefully having a fruitful life. If I’ve felt like I’ve done good work, that makes me happy. The success part of it is all gravy.

Rip Philip Seymour Hoffman