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oh sweet danger....
As I sit here in my office looking out at my post-apocalyptic view of rooftops, grey skys and fire escapes, I come to long for the sweet danger of the real life that is, at present, out of my reach. Out there they are smiling widely, making love on burst river banks, crushing the wet grass with their bare feet. I'm in here, slowly disappearing in ( Read more... ) -
orange peels and girly squeels
a tuesday road-trip with 3 of the loudest grrls i know ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
"She was yawning, and he saw the red interior of her mouth as if it had been a snake's. She had stretched one arm so high above her coiled-up cable of hair that he could see it's satin delicacy above the sunburn; her face was flushed with sleep, and her eyelids hung heavy over their pupils. The brim-fulness of her nature breathed from her. It ( Read more... ) -
il miracolo
Making sentences with new words...
Sang-froid (Sang-frwah)
"Unsuspecting tourists are often unable to comprehend the irrepressible sang-froid of the average Brisbanite". -
fresh young faces
i always used to say i was shy. it's been a part of my personality that i have accepted for so long i don't think i realised that it's not even true anymore. well, not in most situations anyway. today i introduced myself to a room of 120 new people. i did say 'um' but other than that it was good. i feel strange to be part of university life again. ( Read more... ) -
entering the lj world
well i have finally succumbed. what else to do when your getting a cold and everyone else has gone out? i have spent the last hour creating this goddamn jrnl and i kinda hate it now. hopefully we can be friends again tomorrow but right now i feel that this page is the fool who stays too long at the party ( Read more... ) -
first entry
“There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember…You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that, invent.” Monique Wittig 1969
