Greetings!
Okay, so I have a major assignment due tomorrow, so that means…..
Time for a list of irrelevant-but-much-more-exciting-things-than-biosecurity-measures!
Here are my latest obsessions:
1. The song “Gold on the Ceiling” by the Black Keys. I know I’m late. I don’t care. Good music does not have an expiry date.
2. Chloe Moretz. She is just so, so, so talented. No denying it. And she’s so young, which makes me just so much more envious.
3. The Avengers. Yes, again, I’m late. But good GREAT movies do not have an expiry date. Robert Downey Jnr. is a God.
4. Apricot coloured nail polish that legitimately smells like a bunch of apricots. Thanks for that one Rimmel.
5. Counting down to the United States of America. Woo fucking hoo! 44 days!
6. Conquering the feeling of un-inspiration by ordering books online/reading said books.
Over & out.
“And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!”
― Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are
Author and illustrator, Maurice Sendak passed away today. Tonight, we will do a “wild rumpus” dance in his honor.
I can’t believe he’s dead. He lived down the street from my house, and he used to always walk his dog. I wish I had stopped to have a conversation with him, he was an amazing man.
127/366
Can I just be here, and not where I am right now*. Please.
*In case you’re wondering… Where I am right now = Sitting in a freezing cold bedroom, staring blankly at the uni assessments building up on my desk while time moves so disgustingly fast, it seems like I’m in some alternate universe.
Winter in a nutshell
I am crushing over this camera so, so, so badly. It’s the Canon t31 (or the 600d in some countries). I don’t even want to look at how much this would set me back, but take three minutes out and watch this video by CaptiveProductions. Such beautiful shots.
(Source: 40daydreams)
#salmonbeach #Esperance #Australia #stairs #ocean (Taken with instagram)
I don’t know how it’s going to happen, but before the end of the year, I am going to be here.
Headspace.
I think we have to come to a certain point in our lives- and when I say lives, I don’t mean ‘my life lasted for 80 years’ kinda life, I mean ‘hey, I wake up, I eat, I work, I sleep, I try to stay inspired between all this’ where we just stop & exist.
For me, that is an excruciatingly difficult thing to do. The idea of not thinking & not analysing is paralysing. But that thing up there about staying inspired helps. I use to find it really hard to do; living in a city, doing the same thing over & over again- work to uni, uni to work… But in the last couple weeks, between reading (and re-reading) some beautiful books, discovering some spine-tingling songs, meeting some real people and well, trying to write when I can, I think I’ve managed to ignore the idea of finding purpose & just exist.
If you get the chance, you should:
READ: The Atlas by William T. Vollmann
LISTEN: Kids by MGMT & cover by Lakyn Heperi
WATCH: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUoYWcbDCXI (Well, watch again anyway since you’ve probably seen it)
Reason to own a cat #1
They sit at the dinner table and watch you eat breakfast without criticizing your bad food choices (peanut butter on top of a hell of a lot of butter, bad coffee & pretzels)
Tales from Outer Suburbia - Shaun Tan
(Source: whenwolvesattack)
six weeks of journal entries.
That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
(Source: treesquirrrel)
