Five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes - how do you measure, a year in the life?

Hold your breath and count to ten. Fall apart and start again.
Start again.
Start again.
Start again.
Start again.
Start again.
Start again.

As stupid as it sounds i've spent the whole night in tears, but I must say, it does feel beautiful to be able to cry again. I think all I need right now is for someone to lie next to me and to just understand that I don't need to talk to feel better, i just need. to. breathe.

Just because the world looks obsidian does not mean that i can’t play make ( Read more... )

Ive been adicted to paper so much that i've forgotten i've an online journal too. A short update and two weeks in the past.

"....wednesday night dave came round and we re-watched candy to pass the time until we had to meet matt. Glenelg was busy and humid and crowded and we escaped to a tram before the crowds could pull us in. at south road we ( Read more... )

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Graduation was alright.. besides spending half the night throwing up. i'll post pictures when I don't feel like hurling.

Schoolies Weekend.
Pixie eyelashes.
Black and white girl.
House which was far too close to mels to be a coincidence.
Binny drives us everywhere. For nothing. While he's drunk.
Stolen vodka.
Dave under a tree and the slow walk to the caravan park in the sunshine.
Mel and Jane and her council worker bathrooms.
Lost Tom.
Too dysfunctional as a result ( Read more... )

Really, this world is insane.

looking back and really thinking, i cannot comprehend how i've managed to maintain sanity with these emotions on fire inside me. I feel entirely electric.
Ive never had a person catch my breath with a look, ive never had someone make me claw my way up as far as you have. I've never had my heart falter the way it does when you move the cryptic ( Read more... )

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