May 2013
24 posts
hommerun:
Jil Sander F/W 13 | ‘Tilt’ by Scott...
The time you texted me after months of silence and took us to a commune in the countryside, after stopping for boutique beers on the way. I got raspberry beer I think, or maybe it was chilli. And walking in the sunshine together thinking about whether we could live here one day, looking at you and thinking maybe we could make it. It’s silly but one of my favourite parts of that day was...
tragicomedy
shadowing, depth
colour-blocking mockery
expulsions of the skin
obvious jewellery
distance and self-pity
Don’t tell you didn’t just spend a good minute staring at that lamb thinking “that is the most chill fucking creature that will ever exist on this entire fucked up planet please God put me inside that little lamb body just to feel that for one second”.
Dream (02/05/2013)
buddyblanc:
A television show where the three hosts compete by drinking gigantic tubs of their nominated liquid - the first chose black coffee, the second watered-down milk with soggy Weet Bix, the third…? Memories of breaking into a house before it was even built.
April 2013
14 posts
If you could see the silhouette of a picturesque skyscraper horizon in his home-cut fringe, gazing upside-down, his sparkling eyes made the constellations that bejewelled my hometown.
itsvondell:
I used to make up stories of our lives together while I was falling asleep
Please take care of yourself. Look after yourself. Because maybe no-one else will. And you can’t take it personally. Sometimes you are the snail caught at the tip of the blade of grass, but it doesn’t mean you have any more of a right to self-sabotage or give up.
Because I met you. And for a moment I felt like I knew you. Even if it was just pretend, and even if you can still prove to...
“Remember one thing always — that there is no cause to be anxious in life, and...”
– Osho (via bambi-eyes)
“Every form of hate is self-hate.”
– Maheshvara (via bruisingfetish)
March 2013
28 posts
Dancing to the radio as I brew chicken stock while cleaning the kitchen the night before Easter at 11pm after meeting old friends for curry laksa at coconut house followed by cider jugs at workshop not before being chatted up by a lovely South Louisianan and sending each other heartwarming platonic goodbye texts and before that being given a free hot cross bun by Brumby’s after work and...
“Prayer is learning to live, without expecting to see the results; it is learning...”
– John Chryssavgis (via nirvikalpa)
biscodeja-vu:
“Every man has a right to be poor.” -Richard Jefferies
And then there it was; no words or justifications. No logic; no reasoning. It was like the opposite of terror - sheer excitement. Heart palpitations. If I held out my hands I’m sure you would have seen me trembling… I didn’t need to reach for you.
It wasn’t about connection. As Garfield said, “it’s the getting - not the having”.
you can love people
dingraha:
even people you have just met, even for a moment
if you sit really close and quiet, dozing on a bus or train, you will sleep better than you ever did while you were alone.
drunkinabeautifulgarden:
teach me new words and where to use them
