I would love to make a graphic novel out of that story. If you want to do it, come off anon and message me
I walk in and
out of empty
rooms; I cook,
clean, and end up
making the bed.
I write cruel verses
about how clumsy
my hands are when
you’re not near me.
It feels like I’m jumping
into the world without
a parachute on, and I count
the seconds until you walk
through that door again.
|—||In case you were wondering|
Thank you :)
I hope that by writing a little bit every day, I’ll progressively improve, and hopefully one day, I’ll get published, and write book, or for tv and film. I love all that stuff. I know it’s a long way ahead and a far fetched dream, but that’s what I would like to do.
Sorry if the long answers are annoying, I just feel like it would be boring to just say thanks.
Hahah thank you. I’ve gotten that one and Thom Yorke.
I think it’s only under the right lighting and at a perfect angle. the magic of modern photography :)
Yes, yes, I’m working on it right now.
I’m going to wait until I feel like enough people are interested in buying a book written by me, because I’m afraid of ending up with 400 copies that nobody wants.
So, I’ll share my work here, for free, until that happens. I’m not trying to make a quick buck. But, my dream is to become a writer, and at some point I would like to figure out a way support myself by writing and doing other creative ideas.
I have student loans, like everyone else, and little direction in life. I love to write though, so hopefully that leads me somewhere.
You have to ask, because boys are stupid.
When I was in 9th grade, I dated a girl - who was a little nuts - named Adriana. It was weird. After we broke up, she started dating this guy, David. The shitty part was that we were all in the same class, so she would make out with him by the front door, so I would see them, almost every day. It was probably just to piss me off.
A year later, a friend told me that Adriana would - sometimes - say, “oh no, it’s Julian, please hide me.” I felt so insulted, that I refused to talk to another girl for like two years. Also, when I’d shower, I would picture living by myself until I died. It was such a strange time. But, the lesson here is that whatever you feel in high school, or even college, goes away. I promise.
them to stars,
after they die
into small pieces,
I still see them in a
lustful November sky
that’s reserved for
|—||November Sky - Julian Budani|
My advice is to read a lot. Then, you can start writing.
For years, I watched Poets - it started with Bukowski - being interviewed. I would be on the internet for hours reading about their lives and what inspired them to write. I wanted to know why a person had the urge to sit down and write.
So, I would recommend that you start your journey by researching the literature and poetry that you fucking love. For example, after I read America by Allen Ginsberg, I would listen to a live performance - which you can listen to if you click on the bold link above - for inspiration.Then, I looked into Ginsberg’s life; I watched the movie Howl with James Franco, I saw some documentaries about him, and I continued reading his work. But, now it made more sense and it felt more honest, because I knew who was writing it. And seeing that a normal person, not a God, made a living writing made me realize that I could do it too. You have to make a lot of mistakes in order to earn the privilege to do something that you love.
I’ll leave you with one of my favorite quotes:
"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live. " - Henry David Thoreau
|—||Invisible scars (via youshouldacceptchaos)|
Good morning Tumblr
This week, I slept an average of 4 hours a night, because I had a bunch of essays due. My last class today is over, and it’s finally the weekend. This is lame, but I’m ready to relax and do some writing.
I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend (Even if it’s just having some drinks and watching Netflix, because that’s my idea of a great weekend)
down your spine,
and embarked on a
I ceased by your
I heard your heart
fluttering - like a
Bluebird - under
your naked flesh,
ever so quietly
|—||A Quiet Grin - Julian Budani|
don’t want to hear about your
favorite TV show again, I don’t
care if your friends know wealthy
folks, and I could walk naked
during a cold foggy morning, so
I don’t need a weather update;
stop wasting this goddamn life
on bullshit, and tell me something real;
something that plagues your mind,
something that you would die for.
|—||What would you die for? - Julian Budani|