"That that is is"
Twelfth Night,
Act 4 Scene II,
Shakespeare

secret tumblr
is secret.

sugar skull

I really regret not painting my face as a sugar skull for Halloween. It was much more me than what I ended up wearing. I hate that I wore something for someone else. Especially since they didn’t even notice.

Two years in a row.

Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells, and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower, both strange and familiar. - Cornelia Funke

hello november

i turn 20 in you.

She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards, she held up her hands - as if in terror of upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was beautiful. In her own way. - Gregory Maguire

Looking at internships

In Barcelona, New York, London, Chicago, Los Angeles… everywhere.

How am I supposed to decide?

On the other hand… how much I want to do it is helping me realise I don’t want to keep going with Journalism after next year.

Which is messing with my head, big time.

Bed.

I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.
Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it’s just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on. - Ray Bradbury

I was actually really angry the other day hearing my friends talk about my university degree, and how I should have done my assessments.

No. Fuck off.

I don’t disrespect your degrees, even if I think I could do a better job than you.

And I do not regret going beyond what was necessary in order to assure an excellent end result - which, by the way, is what I got.

So if you want to try less in order to do an assessment, go ahead.

But it is the people like me who are going to have a better mark to show for their efforts.

Week 2

Tuesday 25/10/11

  • Me: Generator 1st Floor - Freelance Whales
  • He: First Day of My Life – Bright Eyes

Wednesday

  • Me: Walk Tall - Kele Okereke
  • He: Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors – Editors

Thursday

  • Me: Something Elated - Broke For Free
  • He: Thankyou - The Whitlams

Friday

  • Me: Heart - Bertie Blackman
  • He: Raconte – Moi Une Histoire – M83

Saturday

  • [Halloween party]

Sunday

  • Me: Casino - Astronautica
  • He: Cameras - Matt & Kim

Monday

  • Me: Aminals - Baths
  • He: Death To Los Campesinos! - Los Campesinos!

29th October 2011

That happened.

You idiot.

I want to see your face all the time.

Week 1

Tuesday 18/10/11

  • Me: Summer - Moths
  • He: Run - Charge Group

Wednesday

  • Me: Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear
  • He: Crank Resolution - Meursault

Thursday

  • Me: Sail - AWOLNATION
  • He: Night Air - Jamie Woon

Friday

  • Me: Mornin’ - Star Slinger
  • He: Yuksek - On A Train

Saturday

  • Me: I Walked Alone - Yacht
  • He: Circling - Four Tet

Sunday

  • Me: Worry Wort - Radiohead
  • He: Song for A Sleepwalker/Say Something - Something for Kate

Monday

  • Me: Blue Bossanova - Bossanova
  • He: {Explain} - Sarah Blasko

Today I woke up at 9:32am

My prose assessment was due at 9:30

I had a journalism presentation at 10:30

The memory of that moment is going to make me feel ill for the rest of my life.