So every morning I get off the train and start my 20 minute walk to work, and there’s this guy who’s always like 3 steps ahead of me and always beats me to the street corner bc I get stopped by the light and he passes it. but today I was ahead of him for the first time and he RUNS in front of me, turns around and goes “I’ve been winning for 2 months, can’t stop now, have a good day, see you tomorrow.”  tmrw I swear i’m wearing running shoes to work. 

Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
—  Albert Camus



Please Enjoy The Q and A, Wherein I, Celeste Of The Goldberg Sisters, Was Granted Unprecedented Access…To Adam’s Mother’s Womb!

Celeste: So who am I, Adam?

Adam: That’s your first question?

Celeste: Yes.

Adam: You’re my identical twin bearded sister, Celeste Goldberg.

Celeste: So, I’m real. I’m not just some kitschy meta gimmick to help you sell records?

Adam: You arguably have only served to confuse matters and stifle record sales. So, no, you’re not a gimmick.

Celeste: Good. Thank you. I’m not sure those record sales wouldn’t have gone ahead and stifled themselves no matter. Anyhoo… So, Adam, why are we here?

Adam: Well, wow…Uh…I mean…I’m not sure I can answer a question like that in the context of a promotional Q and A. I’m not sure anyone can really answer-

Celeste: No no no, I mean why are we on your blog and not somewhere cool. Like Pitchfork or Stereogum?

Adam: Well, I’m not sure either one has bothered to acknowledge the existence of The Goldberg Sisters…Well, to be fair, Pitchfork did write a tiny blurb on the first album when I, uh, when we were called LANDy…But come to think of it that was probably because Steven Drozd of The Flaming Lips and Aaron Espinoza of Earlimart contributed to that record.

Celeste: Yeah, those guys are great.

Adam: Yeah, they’re good.

Celeste: Good? They’re fucking brilliant. I mean really really-

Adam: Okay, okay.

Celeste: So, basically you couldn’t get placement for the new video and thought you’d kind of DIY it. Kind of like the record itself. Is that it?

Adam: No I mean, some places were interested, it’s just that…I mean, why does being on somebody else’s blog legitimize your art?

Celeste: So, you consider what you do art?

Adam: Come on, you know what I mean!

Celeste: Shhh.

Adam: Anyway it’s fitting to premiere the video here. This blog in many ways is responsible for the genesis of these songs. They all exist in the archives here in one demo iteration or another. Plus the video consists of photographs, of stills, and so really it’s really the most appropriate home for this piece, anyway. This is where most of the music I’ve written and photographs I’ve taken have lived since I began the blog in 2010.

Celeste: That’s actually a really lovely circle you’ve managed to create.

Adam: Thanks Celeste, I thought so too. It’s poignant I think.

Celeste: Poignant. But not Pitchfork.

Adam: Maybe you and Pitchfork should get a room!

Celeste: If only they’d slip me their key.

Adam: Ugh, Anyway, the goal — beyond just the doing of the thing, the making of the album, which is really the most fulfilling part of the whole process — is to have people see and hear what you do. I mean, if 50,000 people are looking at this blog anyway, why not-

Celeste: Well, hold on there. To be fair, you have that many followers because you are listed in the photography directory. Most of them are probably teenagers who follow thousands of blogs, and they just click on and follow everyone in the directory. I’m not sure they’ll even find this buried in their feed.

Adam: Fine, you win.

Celeste: I win nothing. You go down, I go down.

Adam: Can we move on?

Celeste: So you recorded this album in your garage, is that right?

Adam: I did. Longtime collaborator and wonderful musician in his own right, Andrew Lynch, recorded and mixed it. And I played all the instruments.

Celeste: Oh myyyyy. Someone’s kind of a control freak huh?

Adam: It was just easier, more convenient, and more affordable than scheduling musicians, as much as I love the ones I’ve worked with in the past. It turned into sort of a dogma, a challenge, which I often regretted. But I suppose I’m happy to have gone through the exercise and I’m generally happy with the results But there are times I wished I had, for example, Andrew play trumpet as he has on my past records or Roxanne [Daner, his muse and girlfriend, featured in this video, a graphic designer and the wedge that drives Adam and I apart] play violin. But it was such a personal album, that began in such a solitary way, on this blog, in the middle of many nights, that it seemed the recording of the album proper should reflect that sentiment and aesthetic.

Celeste: So, you’re cheap is what you’re saying.

Adam: Yes. That’s exactly what I was saying.

Celeste: Let’s talk about Vine.

Adam: Do we have to?

Celeste: Well, I think it may be of some interest to the 25-30 folks who have read this far that you have accrued more press in the last year, making little videos on your telephone, than you have in 20 plus years of acting, directing films, and making music.

Adam: Like I said, do we have to?

Celeste: Oy. Okay, how about this. The video “you’ve” made -

Adam: I did make it!

Celeste: Right I didn’t help….Anyway, the video “you’ve made” here for “Wandering I” appears to owe just a little to the jittery stop motion vibe you cultivated in your Vines.

Adam: Actually this is not the first video I’ve made which comprises still photographs.

Celeste: Okay, so now you want to plug a video you made for another artist like 2 years ago? What was her name? Agne something, Moorehead?

Adam: Obel. Agnes Obel. Agnes Moorehead was on Bewitched.

Celeste: Tomato, tomato.

Adam: I’m not sure that expression reads properly in print.

Celeste: I’m not sure it matters. We’re on your Tumblr.

Adam: Anyway, I’m just saying I had been wanting to make another video made of stills for a while. This time I used a digital camera. whereas last time I shot entirely on instant film. So I had a lot more opportunity to play with stop action, opposed to the Le Jetée vibe of Agnes’ video.

Celeste: Le Jetée, fancy.

Adam: Jesus Christ.

Celeste: So you, in essence, what you’re saying is…You cheated by not shooting analog this time?

Adam: I’m done.

Celeste: No, actually, I’m done. I’m so sorry, we’re all out of time. Thanks so much for chatting with me, Adam!

Adam: Jesus Christ.

You can purchase the digital album on iTunes now and pre-order CDs, in stock September 17, on OUR SITE and other fine retailers and not so fine retailers.

If you prefer, watch and share the video on VIMEO.


For when you hear a call to follow your heart, you follow your heart I know… (x


Don’t you realize? he wants to say.

You and I, we can’t have this, he wants to say. I can’t touch you. I can’t touch you. Don’t you know? 


Date #7 (M)

Author’s Note: Recently, I’ve been struggling with my writing and each time I read a scenario from these awesome writers on here, I go, “damn, why do I even bother” because let’s be real, I’ll just be one less shitty writer that stops writing because she sucks socks. Writer’s block hit me real bad and I considered looking for another thing to love like, sports or something lol. 

Which is why I’m dedicating this scenario to Rys @optosomnio (surprise ayy) who’s been really encouraging and sent me a bunch of prompt/quote blogs to help me get over the problem. And I got my muse back mostly because of the countless prompts and quotes I went through and this scenario happened. Also ily rys <3

Jeon Jungkook. 4 641 words. Fluff + M for implied smut.

❝ Tired of waking up in strangers’ bed every morning or leaving at an ungodly hour to wonder the streets, Jungkook comes to you with an irresistible proposition; “So date me. I can make you forget about Taehyung and you can help me understand what it’s like to be in a committed relationship for once ─seven dates, just seven dates.”❞

You’re not quite sure why, when Jungkook, clad in black skinny jeans, denim jacket over plain white t-shirt that does a generous amount of justice to his chiseled chest and side parted dark locks that makes him more attractive in your eyes, approaches you with a smile that oozes confidence, borderline smugness and emanates the sweet scent of trouble ─a surge of warmth sweeps through you and makes home in every crevice of your heart, definitely lacking the usual eye roll or inquisitive, faux ignorant, arch of brow.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” He whispers from next to you, voice so velvety, brushing your skin like divine satin.

“First off, no pet names. Second off, I must be crazy for agreeing to this, Jeon Jungkook what have you done to me?” You sigh, exasperated.

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