the summer blogging hiatus of 2012 has officially ended. over the upcoming weeks, VIA IV [this site] will undergo a complete overhaul. as i build my personal website, [which will house images of my artwork & function as a more professional space] VIA IV will operate as more accessible, behind-the-scenes of my brain & life. new weekly posts will include mix tapes, would recommend columns, fashion posts, opinion pieces, in-progress shots of my artwork, short stories, recipes, & much more. even though i’ve been absent from this corner of the internet for some time, i hope you enjoy the new direction of VIA IV.

xx,

sam

10:34 am  •  29 August 2012  •  2 notes

skin and bones,

and meat and mud.

salt and teeth,

and sweat and blood.

1:51 pm  •  22 June 2012

“oh, please don’t go—we’ll eat you up—we love you so!”

— maurice sendak, via ‘where the wild things are’

3:28 pm  •  8 May 2012  •  1 note

paying homage. forever beastie. (Taken with instagram)

11:34 am  •  8 May 2012

quadron’s self-titled / youth lagoon’s the year of hibernation

beer battered fried avocado tacos from torchy’s

planting a garden of succulents

igby goes down [film]

being overdressed

heavy eyeliner

80%20 shoes

sheer everything

knowing where to look

victory brand london button downs

bushmills irish honey whiskey & vitamin water lemonade

2:54 pm  •  30 April 2012  •  1 note

we must bring
our own light
to the
darkness.

nobody is going
to do it
for us.

as the young boys
ski
down the
slopes

as the fry cook
gets his last
paycheck

as dog chases
dog

as the chessmaster
loses more than
the game

we must bring
our own light
to the
darkness.

nobody is going
to do it
for us,

as the lonely
telephone
anybody
anywhere

as the great beast
trembles
in nightmare

as the final season
leaps into
focus

nobody is going
to do it
for us.

.

charles bukowski

11:49 pm  •  29 April 2012

i’m slippin’
once i swell attention tasted
enough won’t do
every weekend i’m wasted

.

slippin’ - quadron

10:39 am  •  29 April 2012

volunteer.

(via plutoniumpearl)

11:25 am  •  26 April 2012  •  1 note

“a forest, then.  beautiful trees.  and a lady singing.
love on the water, love underwater, love, love and so on.
what a sweet lady. sing lady, sing! of course, she wakes the dragon.
love always wakes the dragon and suddenly
flames everywhere.
i can tell already you think i’m the dragon,
that would be so like me, but i’m not. i’m not the dragon.
i’m not the princess either.
who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.
i walk through your dreams and invent the future. sure,
i sink the boat of love, but that comes later. and yes, i swallow
glass, but that comes later.”

via richard siken

5:17 pm  •  8 April 2012  •  1 note

keep spring break weird, pt. i

5:08 pm  •  8 April 2012