Me: . Is the indie kid without the indie pretentiousness. I'm the Aussie wannabe that tries too hard. Loves medicine and believes that it is a vocation, but is still ridiculously excited at the prospect of having a Real Job. Christian. Loves books and philosophical discussions conducted too late at night. Loves soft morning light and dusk. Obsessed with indie blogs, photography, knitting, music, 50s fashion and cats. Collects bird-themed brooches, expensive stationery and red lipstick. Dislikes cringe moments, raisins and being cold. Hello.

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catharsis
Wednesday, October 10, 2012 @ 10:05 pm | comment (0)

Wandering souls, click here.



breathe.
Sunday, February 05, 2012 @ 1:30 pm | comment (0)

Nothing nice to say.
So don't say anything.



nada.
Friday, January 13, 2012 @ 11:09 pm | comment (0)




nesting.
Friday, December 09, 2011 @ 11:38 am | comment (0)

I guess that living in a sharehouse is not really "home". It doesn't really ring, for me. It's a space where the only bit that's your own is your room, and the rest is full of everyone elses' presence. You don't buy the stuff you want for fear that housemates won't appreciate/will completely destroy it (I fear for my Anolon pan). It is synonamous with "temporal". It isn't a place that you want to reinvent so that you can be proud of it.

So the prospect of home makes me happy and all I want to do is fill it with clocks and tea-towels and cat.



wide-eyed.
Wednesday, December 07, 2011 @ 11:49 pm | comment (0)

I am ecstatic, I am joyful, I am full of warm glowy feelings. I am afraid, I am terrified.

There is something more concrete about the everyday when action carries certainty, when daydreaming becomes planning, and hopes come to fruitation. When the time comes to put money where your mouth is. And while it remains, I feel, the right decision, one is still allowed a moment of doubt and anxiety. It kinda feels like I've lost solid ground, a tiny bit of a freefall. A little bit of "what if".

But what if not?



subside.
Thursday, November 17, 2011 @ 4:54 am | comment (0)


Maybe love is seeing an imperfect person perfectly.



repost.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011 @ 11:42 pm | comment (0)




illusion.
Wednesday, November 02, 2011 @ 9:15 pm | comment (0)




melancholy.
Saturday, October 22, 2011 @ 2:00 pm | comment (0)

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know


- Somebody That I Used To Know, Gotye



remind me.
Sunday, September 18, 2011 @ 5:41 pm | comment (0)

Last night sleeps in my memory
Sun light soaks in
And I'm trying to find the way to break
I'm going soon

If you see me tangled in shackles and chains made of pearls
Could you remind me that you're dreaming of me
If you see me tumbling over the edge of the world
Could you remind me just how, just how you love me

I'm tracing the lines of these broken pieces of mine
One step forward and two more steps to the end

If you see me tangled in shackles and chains made of pearls
Could you remind me that you're dreaming of me
If you see me tumbling over the edge of the world
Could you remind me just how, just how you love me


- Remind Me, Lisa Mitchell



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