A Fish Named Seymour

A compilation of art, impressionism, nature, biology, oceanography, writing, and cartoons. I like Gravity Falls, Avatar the Last Airbender, The Legend of Korra, and Regular Show. Fravorite directors include Wes Anderson, Jacques Yves-Cousteau, and the Coen brothers. I enjoy writing by Haruki Murakami, Ben Hatke, J.D. Salinger, and Neil Gaiman among others.

That’s the kind of movie that I like to make, where there is an invented reality and the audience is going to go someplace where hopefully they’ve never been before. The details, that’s what the world is made of. - Wes Anderson

(Source: cheisenberg, via burningpoetic)

My 11 year old sister drew me a percabeth comic. I dig it.

Summer time is James time.

sarahswonderland:

"He has this disease where his head is shaved except he doesn’t have to shave it because he can’t grow any hair in the first place. Don’t talk about it around him though. It might offend him"
The Darjeeing Limited (2007) dir. Wes Anderson

(via glass-caulfield)

Adventure Time! with my Ice King Cooler (and my only real friends)

A Story In Haiku:

A man went searching.
For what? He wasn’t quite sure.
“I’ll know when I find it.”

He said, looking more.
Walking out of the forest,
He came on a hill.

Where he could see stars,
If he laid there and was still.
“If I could get there,

I could make a wish.”
He would just have to reach higher
To get out of this.

He tried and he tried,
With his arms stretching higher,
People can’t fly, so

He climbed down the hill
And he set it on fire.
He watched as it burned,

Broken and tired,
And he saw a yellow light,
And it burned his eyes.

On the hill that night,
Was a special kind of star.
So he reached once more,

This time not so far.
Little by little, the man
Started to hover.

Now he waits up high,
With the stars hanging over,
To grant the next wish.

To the next person
Who wants to be colder and dumber and
deafer than a fish.

I found an old rock quarry which had filled in with water and jumped into it.

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FIRST COMES THE LIGHTNING
—golden light claws at the dark—
THEN COMES THE THUNDER

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I’m fading away,
afraid, until I saw our
shadows holding hands.

and I’m just so scared,
‘cause I know If I kiss her,
nothing could happen.

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her forehead wrinkles
when she frowns, trying to hide
her smile from me

while I keep laughing
so she won’t see. deep inside,
there’s a frown on me.