December 2010
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“I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in...”
– Jeffrey McDaniel (via swoone, quotewhore)
This week..
+ Feathers, Aqua nail polish, multi-colored nose rings, leg warmers, my puppy, kisses, cuddles, rain, thunder, Breakfast at Tiffanys, croissants, Thai food, backyard sesh’s, woolen jumper, flowers, black bowler hat, fringe, Keelys awesome blue hair that i just realized she has, Sydney, Melbourne, Tayla, reading, milk, where the wild things are, contentment, sleep, bells.
- fighting,...
A feeling. Only felt.
That feeling you get when you first hold hands, the butterflies that erupt in the pit of your stomach. The times when you just sit there thinking of when you first met, and where you had no idea you’d be in the place you are together now. How you share your first kiss, and its warm and soft. The cuddles you get on a cold winters night that always warm you up in a second. The feeling you get...
Oh, you have a British accent?
itscauseyoureafuckinelf:
I draw. I paint. I write.
I like you. I like lots of you. And I want to see you. I can see you. I see you. But, do you see me?
Just a story book.
rachaelsantics asked: now that i actually scroll down your tumblr you are so right i really do like a whole lotta your stuff! guess its nice to have something from an australian appear on your dash every once and a while :)
Please rain please rain please fucking rain and not just be shitty windy.
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30 something something.
30 interesting things about yourself.
I’m not all that interesting.
My ATAR suggests that I’m dumb.
I love to read.
When I think, it’s usually in the shower.
I’m in search of a vinyl record player.
I’m moving to Melbourne to live with my best friend.
I actually can’t wait to move.
I don’t know what to do with my life.
I’m scared.
I’m...
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I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but...
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Dear Mr. Jones, for now.
He brushed his hand along the smooth concrete, ignoring the loose pebbles getting caught between the wheels. Coming up slowly from a crouch he leaned his body towards the gutter, right. The wind was running through his hair, pushing it back into a slick. He breathed a long slow breathe, embracing the smells around him. He pushed himself some more, heading towards the ocean. As the ocean sea breeze...
I wish...
for everything to turn out good and right, for once.
But no.
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sometimes i worry that all of the words i don’t say and all of the feelings i can’t express are putrefying inside of me, that i’m rotting from the inside out, like a carton of milk left out in the sunlight. my words have an expiration date.
