wednesday's child

So you know the feeling where you're miserable for no particular reason? Yeah, that's me lately. It sucks.

I'm earning shitloads of money, I have flights to Japan booked for next year and I convinced a gorgeous boy to love me... and yet I'm still miserable. What the actual fuck??

I haven't been inspired by much lately, thus my absence from this little place. I'm hoping maybe I can kick myself into gear and post more, because once upon a time it made me really happy.

We'll see.

I do miss this. xxx


Hi errybody! I'm still alive! Multiple people have messaged me asking when I'm going to blog again and I have finally done something about it! This is a post about a road trip I took last November with the #squad. My good pal Maia grew up in a small coastal town called Narooma. When uni finished for the year, she grabbed a bunch of her friends and drove us down to see her little slice of paradise.

photo dump: January to August 2k15

I've missed this blog so much over the past few months. I've wanted to post something so many times, but I haven't known what to say. This post is to get me back into the swing of things and also update you all on my life. Which has been very up and down.

A lot of these photos are from my phone. I haven't been taking my DSLR out as much these days. :(

Summer trip to Wattamolla, Jan 2015. Friend's dog. Shot on Diana 120 Earl Grey film.

Met Sophie, the love of my life. (She's a car.) March 2015.

Was obsessed with the song "Cheerleader" for quite a while.

Was put in charge of wrapping a friend's birthday present. Nailed it. July 2015.

Splendour in the Grass, July 2015.

Awesome people. July 2015.

Colouring-in fun times. Necessary for woeful days. And happy days. And days inbetween. August 2015.

Yours truly, being fabulous. July/August 2015.

I hope posting this cures my woes. They are manyfold. Complex manyfold woes. That's my life. Adios, amigos. Let's hold a prayer circle for my hasty return to the bloggersphere.

things i want to tell you

I miss the fuck out of you. I miss your dumb hair and the way you wear too much cologne. I can smell you coming, I swear I can. I miss your idiotic humour and the way you say "oh riiiight" and the way your laugh gets louder as you finally get the joke. I miss the tiny little piece of budge on your belly.

I miss the time we walked around Costco holding hands and shopping for mundane things like pasta and shaving cream. I miss the time we kissed on the big tyre swing in the park at 2am. I miss the way you'd place your hand on my knee while you drove, making fun of the bits of bone sticking out. I miss the time we accidentally drove to the hunter valley. I miss the way you'd call me dumb nicknames just to annoy me and laugh when I responded to them. I miss being able to message you random thoughts.

I want to know why you bought fifteen coat hangers today. I want to ask if you saw that I liked that photo on Facebook - the one of the different kinds of durian. I want to know if you've been sleeping well or if uni stress is keeping you up. I want to know what you had for breakfast, if you're having a decent day, and whether I hurt you at all. I also really want to show you my minion collection.

I want to say I'm sorry for freaking out on you. For the cold stare I gave you today when you tried to hug me. I did what I did out of hurt, not hate. I want you to talk to me. Not a casual "hey what's up" as you pass me, but really talk about what happened and how it is we crash landed before we even took off.

I want you. Any piece of you. I'll be your lover, your fighter, your friend. I'll be your coworker, your acquaintance, or even somebody you used to know. I'll take anything you give me.

You're a shining star that sometimes hurts to look at.

I fucking love you.

If only I could tell you that.