February 2012
Anonymous asked: do you know where to get some lsd in perth
i made a new blog and although it’s not really a secret blog i still probably won’t advertise the link on here but if you’d like it then feel free to ask otherwise bon nuit.
i want to shower and shave my legs and feel good but alternatively i don’t want to move from where i’m sitting.
oh ho ho this is going to be so interesting.
potential polish passport shit YES.
this sudden realisation of perpetual dishonesty and manipulation makes me wonder if decency is even a relevant attribute anymore. it’s like i have to re-live the past year and view it all in a different colour format because i had this certain outlook forced upon me and nothing was real and now i have to try and figure it all out but honest to god it’s like every possibility i had of...
this house that i’m in right now is where it all began. it’s where i was brought as a newborn and it is where i like to think i developed. despite moving too many times for me to recall, from share-houses with musicians and artists to sleep-outs in houses dressed in moon calendars and astrology books to proper home-sweet-home cottages with a backyard, this is still the closest thing i...
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we squirmed on an absent-minded mattress in an empty room; the sun would rise too soon. my lungs would swell as your head rests on my chest, listening intently to the panic i’d protest. damp, i’d be tender, feigning tender love and care naked and quivering, a passing hand through your hair. “you have honest eyes” you’d proclaim with a sigh, and whisper while dreaming,...
i feel like because it’s 4:00AM i should be writing or doing something marginally productive but the truth is that i am feeling down and would much rather bury myself in lots of pillows and sleep for years.
left-overthoughtsfromtypewriters:
a room; all lights out
masculine and inarticulate groans of lust
violent fingers; choking, choking, choking
ropes tied
racing heartbeat, flushing chest
door swings open
“oh my god! i’m not doing anything, mum! get out!”
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perhaps this misery will be the death of me.
in the past few weeks i feel as though i have been unusually content. it was this one minuscule encounter that tipped the whole scale and it’s like a friend of mine has allowed me to borrow his rose-tinted glasses and from that i am somewhat at peace. however social i have been, and however patient and considerate (in comparison), this one letter i received yesterday has near shattered said...
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Anonymous asked: A D B K O
i am back on tumblr for the first time in weeks!! (kind of, i was on on my phone but it doesn’t really count because i didn’t get the euphoric experience of watching the publish now symbol swirl and swirl and swirl).
mum and i went to the opening night of elektra last night, and as the first opera of the season i have to say it was beyond incredible and had me mesmerised for the whole...