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Month: December 2017

2017

Fuck me hey. I’m writing this, hungover as fuck on the last day of 2017 with Micky D’s by my side. Fits naturally, right? I don’t want to say that I didn’t like 2017. That it “wasn’t my year” or I’m “glad to see the ass end of it.” It was a hard one, I…

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fragile

Do you fall in love often? Yes, often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.” — Jeanette Winterson “You’re too fragile for this world.” They tell you that you need to stop caring, that’s when you’ll be happier. You need…

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short story, part 2.

How do you decide whether moving away was the right decision? Was I just running away? I’m in my second week of work and I’m already absolutely adoring it. They have taken me in under their wing, so the worry about knowing no one in Melbourne dissipated almost straight away. I’m exhausted. I’m so fucking…

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christmas day, 2012.

Christmas day, 2012.¬† Our Christmas’ were the ones people wrote about, the ones they portrayed in movies and the ones people who “don’t do Christmas” secretly envied. Sun shining, wine, beers, ciders and Kahlua¬†& milk flowing, everyone on different jobs, walking past and reaching around each other in a sort of natural movement. Not a…

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bullshit

I filmed my first vlog this afternoon. Safe to say, it was a fucking disaster. I wanted to give it a go because sometimes my words are more effective when they come with the fucked up facial expressions I do and the stupid voices I say them in. I went off on so many stupid…

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unfinished, 2.

What is it with home and bringing out the nostalgic insomniac within me? It’s 2.53am. I am 22 (almost 23) years old. And I feel 19 again. I’ve been questioning myself incessantly for the past six weeks of my life. What am I doing? Where am I going? Who am I? What am I? Am…

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Christmas

I watch with an ominous envy. This was my favourite time of year. Was. The sun is shining, Summer is here. The season of happiness. Laughter. Joy. The stores are decked out with Christmas spirit. Frazzled mums. Happy children. Full of life. Love. Family. I watch in envy. That was us. It breaks my heart…

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