today’s wishlist: - someone generous to donate a space around their pool for me to sunbake/get occassionally splashed - an all-shop-included opshopping adventure - motivation/a vehicle for my said canvas/paint/music idea - for my hair not to be knotty must make movement instead of watching a guy in a wheelchair sing opera on ‘the circle’
tomorrow i’m going to go and get five huge canvases, three pots of paint and some gesso and turn music up really loud and paint. i’m afraid.
that boy who walked in and immediately made you hyper-aware of your own movement through the suddenly thicker air, the pores of your skin begin to sway in unison, your blood thumps excitably, a little harder through your wrists and hips, then one day, all of a sudden your breath is getting caught in your constricting throat, your limbs shake quietly without you realising, the involuntary ticks of...
wow. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. if nathan was real..
the way english people pronounce relax: ‘rwel-acks’ cool.
summer is cicadas humming in rhythm, the dull murmur of the cricket commentators punctured by an occasional batting ‘click’, thick warm snoozy air, deli-style lunches w fresh bread, jarlesberg, lettuce, tomatoes and creamy butter, scratches on sunburnt backs from sleeping amongst sand residue and the colour of skin slowly becoming honeydewed.
america’s next top model > australia’s next top model
olivia and i highlighted this in a library book one study period.. ahhh mature.
i’m a snow bunny
i was walking to the zoo one day..
i just bought these.. cool.
liv and i went thursday night shopping and bought tacky best friend charms from the newso. best! don’t mind the ipod cord making it’s way down to my throat to constrict me in my sleep.
last christmas was spent in the motherland. it was a fun, drunk, delicious night spent with merry people, and the snow swayed in slow motion in the cold breeze outside our frosted windows. i’ve already told you this, but we kept the champagne outside to chill it faster than the freezer would. we had mojito and wine, and spoke ill-informed spanish until it was time to wander hazily home to...
mandaflewaway: CLICK TO MAKE SOME MUSIC
“I think it was ‘Blessed are the cheesemakers.’” “Ohh, what’s so special about the cheesemakers?” “Well, obviously, this is not meant to be taken literally. It refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.”
so topping off a lovely day with the laptop on my lap (appropriate place for one really) in my bed watching the life of brian.. definitely getting me in the christmas spirit.
light of my life, fire of my loins. my sin, my soul. lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tounge taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. lo. lee. ta. she was lo, plain lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. she was lola in slacks. she was dolly in school. she was dolores on the dotted line. but in my arms she was always lolita.
ahellboundheart asked: How often are you here, if ever? My clothes are still too small for me but I may have an old pajama jumper haha.
i’d post a bulletin if i could graduated high school? wasn’t that hard smoked a cigarette? yes kissed someone.(apart from family)? no, never gotten so drunk you passed out? yes ha! australia day when i was in year 12, i was drinking bundy and cola for the first and last time. ridden every ride at an amusement park? nope collected something really stupid? i don’t have the...
i just feel like sitting on someone’s floor in a too-big-for-me jumper and playing with a kitten. meow
i just now decided i’m going to shave my head.
sometimes when i’m tired i let my eyes slide out of focus. it’s nice, it’s like opening your eyes underwater. it’s nice to surrender some of your senses sometimes.
today has been a day of cuteness. surprise sushi, i.d.’s and ice-cream, unexpected christmas pressies and fatherly/daughterly lunch. i’ve spent over 500$ this year on gifts and my heart is swelling :) merry christmas loved ones!! xxxxxxx
if you know how to play, sweet virginia, you should play. if you know how to run, sweet virginia, you should run. if you know how to sing, sweet virginia, you should sing. if you know how to be, be without me, you should be.. you should be.
dear people who knew me when i was 15 - yes, i still bite my lip when i’m nervous, which includes being stared at in directly in the eyes, attempting something difficult or taking my own photo. those are natalie’s sexy legs ps
just made a really funny gif of myself and then realised it looked overtly sexual and now can’t bring myself to post it. lol.
the more i see crappy advertisements on tv, the more i want to go into the creative side of advertising. and lord, there are sooooo many.
lately i can’t stop thinking about this book called grandad’s gift that i read a million years ago. it was about a young boy who moves into his dad’s childhood room with the sole instruction to not open the locked cupboard across the room. but as night falls, the boy hears a soft whimper coming from the cupboard, and eventually works up the courage to open the door, only to find...
effortless intensity is amazing.