January 2010
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Had an extremely shit day at work.
Now I want to go to the movies. Don’t know what’s on, I just want to go.
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what we learnt this australia day
So what did we learn tonight, tumblr?
We learnt that Rox is apparently the only person in the history of ever who ever gets RBT’d.
We learnt that there were not actually as many drunken bogans on the streets of coolum at 11pm as I thought there would be. Though this could have been because they were lying on the side of the road all through perigian/marcus/castaways beach. Yay for...
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Sweat on the edges of his faded t-shirt, where it presses tight to skin. They’re sunburned, windburned, weathered and harshened and raw with untraveled corners. Their stories are worn and their jeans tattered and ripped. Their hands are callused, though she still says she’s a scholar, her fingertips skimming the faded pages, creased corners, of their lives. Of their legacy.
Because the road is...
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Blue heaven of sky, a bone-deep ache. Slow burn of guitars spun out against the horizon, hovering in the early heat. Gravel beneath his boots.
At bittersweet daybreak, they will leave one near-ghost town and head for another. Highways are scars across the country, across their skin: we were here. We. Were. Here.
Nobody notices when they’re gone, but it doesn’t matter. They never look back.
Hey tumblr. Yep. Still awake. Everyone else is either asleep or not messaging me back. Guess it’s just you and me, then.
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Eurydice, after.
She is thinking of initialized voiceless labiodental fricatives, like ‘fingers’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘faithful.’ He produces a voiceless alveolar fricative, sibilant, and twists his fingers. Then he grunts (open mid-back unrounded vowel). The words are a litany running through her head. Fick mich, baise-moi, nek-ni. If they were verbalised they would be slurred, soft...
I am a product of living in my head
How can she know who she is if she gives away her secrets? No Orpheus was she, and damned if she would look back.
my head is full of strawberry liquorice clouds
…I write.
…I listen to music whenever I don’t have to be interacting with customers.
…I stay up ‘till 4am talking to people who get it.
So I’m mostly over my mad. It took half a season of sci-fi (lol) but now I’ve just resigned myself to a feeling of intense resentment, tempered by the vague notion I’m about to be screwed over by my employer worse than I already have been.
Three hours, guys. Srsly?
So yes. Over the mad. Still in the bitching hour, but all else is good.
Badger: The cuss you are.
Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?
Badger: No, you cussing with me?
Mr. Fox: Don't cussing point at me!
Badger: If you're gonna cuss, you're not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss!
Badger: You're not gonna cuss with me!
I am bored, tumblr.
girlkillsbear:
Create desire eat the heart.
This makes me smile, because just two seconds earlier I was tweaking dialogue:
Receptionist 1: ……some kind of complicated, interior renovation? Left ventricle removal, with a septa fusion on the house.
Receptionist 2: Wonder what they do with the leftovers? Europeans, you know. Can’t...
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so. I may or may not have, over the course of the last hour, written a 5k dystopian one-act about the ridiculous cosmetic procedures that are all the rage in 2025. Not quite sure what that says about my mental health. Also: I have three versions of “all along the watchtower” in my itunes, and they shuffled themselves into the same ten or so songs. *headdesk*
rehab is for quitters.
insomnia the new magic word. I’m feeling more hopeful than I have in ages but it’s all still sleeplessness and feeling like I could just crawl out of my skin. Into someone else’s? but the question would be who. or just slip out of my skin, not membranous and physical still but somehow something less… substantial. invisible. just slip away and dart through the city like an echo, a...
don't talk unless you can tell me something real
finally feeling somewhat creative again, tumblr. which I think is probably a good thing, looking at my folder of half-finished drabbles.
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I want this, she tells herself, and thinks of the first time she touched someone who wanted to touch her back, the electric spark of recognition, *welcome home* humming through every nerve, the sky she’d sought since the day she was born. She looks at him being stupid and brave, brilliant like the birth of a new star, and she wants to tell him - you’re like flying and like the sky when...
“Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived...”
– Hemmingway
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there are some mornings where the sky looks like...
See it’s this story.
It’s about two friends who take off to find themselves.
Fly overseas, buy a car and set off. They don’t look back.
Free and clear, wherever they want to go, whenever they want to do it.The engine of the car rumbles, low and warm, in the faint polish of quarter-moon. They drive beneath flickering stars.
They sleep riding shotgun under purple skies. The rules of...
It’s as if my universe has turned into a negative of itself. An inversion, like the astronomers’ images you see sometimes, black sprays of stars on a ghost-white, gray-white, frost-white field. Not white-white, not the white of a movie star’s teeth, not the white of frothy breakers on a moonlit beach; the not-white white of afterglare, the inverted image your optic nerve keeps...
come twirl with me.
I love moments of clarity. Tonight feels like several long breaths, the holy shit of it all catching up. I can feel the realignment like a palpable click, the teeth of slipped gears biting back into mesh, the blessed relief of a dislocated shoulder popping back into the socket, grinding pain easing off, relatively functional arm again.
melancholy and lonely and hopeful all at once. see you soon, tumblr. right now I need to get out of my head for a while.
I’m going for a drive.
the ego has landed...
Alas, I am back on planet Life. Hello, all.
What happened while I was gone? Yeah, you don’t want to know about most of it.
But there was BigDayOut!!!
I’m a live music person. I love it. I love the atmosphere, the way the reverberations from the bass amps make your body throb, your toes crushed down against the floor as you stretch your arms up, fingertips straining towards the...
heading to the gold coast with @teammhairiface for bigdayout yew yew yew!!!
so tired. pizza for breakfast. Hating the weather. At least if it rains at bdo it won’t be so hot I suppose.
thinks it was totes not worth driving back so late/early to go to work today.
wishes she brought her pretty shoes to brisbane with her. fail :-(
in your head they are fighting, with their tanks and their bombs and their bombs and their guns, in your head, in your head, they are crying
australia, why must you be so hot right now? also, where the fuck are my car keys?
is probs defs unemotional about the situation. Totes.
“I don’t think we’re in cairns anymore, toto.” Best call of the night.
southern comfort and old friends.
you know you’ve spent all your money on your new BMW when you fix it with gaff tape.
filo fun and iced tea with @teammhairiface. Win!
long island iced tea, get in my life.
mmm full belly. This night a win already.
mmm. Pub food.
there’s a drumming noise inside my head that starts when you’re around swear that you should hear it it makes such an almighty sound…
yay finished work finished work finished work!
is just fucking lonely.
when darkness turns to light… It ends tonight.
scratch that. promising.
“it
crazy peeps and cigarette smoke = bad jokes galore.
waterfights more entertaining when you’re watching not participating.
“I call it russell the love muscle.”
yay friday night and nothing interesting happening!
no, I do not particuarly care you were overcharged by 14 cents. Go yell at someone else.
you know you’re a sap when heroes makes you cry, even on a repeat viewing. Icecream and dvds = win!