Amazing!

Whomever designed the campaign for Splendor in the Grass this year is my hero!
I am in love! It is so cool.
The line up is also amazing! It pretty much has every band in it, bar a few that i love.

I don't feel hope when i read this.

In that darkness of rape and degradation, that fine, flying froth and mist of blood, through all that terror and in all that helplessness, a living soul moved and refused to die. We really emptied oceans with a home-made spoon and tore down mountains with our hands. And, if love was in Hong Kong, we learned to swim.

It is a mighty heritage, it is the human heritage, and it is all there is to trust. And I learned this through descending, as it were, into the eyes of my father and my mother. I wondered, when I was little, how they bore it – for I knew that they had much to bear. It had not yet occurred to me that I also would have much to bear; but they knew it, and the unimaginable rigors of their journey helped them to prepare me for mine. This is why one must say Yes to life and embrace it wherever it is found – and it is found in terrible places; nevertheless, there it is; and if the father can say, YES, LORD, the child can learn that most difficult of words, AMEN.

For nothing is fixed, forever and forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock. Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have.

The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.
– James Baldwin, from Nothing Personal (1964)

whilst trying to find my phone i found this old instant fake tan and its so smothery i just want to smother myself in it. My friends would find it hilarious but i'm working tonight and i live in this area where people smother themselevs in it for real so its kinda mean to make a parody of the people I'm serving (especially whilst I am serving them.)

Under The Milky-way Tonight

A few nights ago my boyfriend and i sat down/ lied down on this mattress on a deserted oval to look at the stars and talk about if our relationship has any future. It hurt. I think that why we chose to lay staring up at the stars. They are such a beautiful distraction. So breathtaking and amazing it kinda hurts to think about anything else. I felt like i was swimming in a freezing cold lake and my brain was having trouble staying alive let alone processing coherent thoughts.
I love him. And we are both each others first true loves. It sucks. Sometimes all i want to do is find him and cling to him like he makes everything better. But really we cramp each other. We stump each others growth and so all we feel is anger and frustration to each other. But i really do love him. Who else is going to notice the shards of blue behind all the brown in his eyes. Who else is going to kiss his sensitive soft neck. Who else is going to call him little bunny. I can read him like a book. And he can read me like a book... most of the time. We are completely in love. Its just we are so not right for each other. That hurts. What happens then? Do we hold on to each other or painfully move on. It literally is i can not live with or with out him

Places with All Different Moods and All Different Types Of Silence

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Virgin Territory

I could look through Nasa's Picture Of The Day archive forever.

Across the Moor.

Just read Across the Moors by William Fryer Harvey. He is my newest awesome discovery!

I hate this girl. And not only because she gets to stand with delectable men with amazing noses and impeccable check bone structure but because she also has the heart of most of the males I know. What the hell. Yes she is pretty, but she doesn't always look like this. Yes she is classy and pretty much down to earth and charming in all of the interviews I have watched of her, but she has the unfair advantage of growing up on the right side of the world... Europe. How to make an Australian accent sound exotic let alone classy is a mission yet to be conquered.

But apart from all of these reasons, Why IS this girl liken to men as crack is to crack whores? What exactly is it about her? If you are reading this and happen to know the answer please I beg of you to tell me. If you remain silent I will take it as your answer that there is no reasonable explanation.

I have often been told I think like a man. I always take this as a compliment and pride myself on it, and mostly i agree, however its obstacles such as Emma that make it impossible for me to completely cross over the line into boy-dome. That and the fact that boys are complete and utter retards.

"Morning" from a hung over person.

Last night i went to a party in the suburbs. House parties are definitely the way of the future as in a very little amount of time a with a very little amount of effort you can get sufficiently smashed. Last night was a perfect example of this. I had my beautifully fucked up friend Leonardo lying in the driveway of the house about 30 minutes after we got there. Poor kid said he hadn't eaten or slept in about three days and been charged with assault on the previous night for smashing a glass on a guys head and then biting the bar tenders arm. He told me there was glass and blood everywhere. I know he was going out and planning on getting completely blind i just wish now i'd gone with him so i could have helped him out a little. Mind you a night with leo almost always ends in blood being everywhere. But i asked him if he thought he might have to do jail time and he said "i hope not because i would most certainly get raped and i'm really not in the mood for that shit."

So apart from Leo, at this party there was also cute boys. When i say boys i mean boys. at one stage i found myself under this bush with another boy whilst he confessed to me he was still a virgin. Romantic right? Not really. he's like a year younger than me so i sort of just felt like a pedophile.

But the loving from the younger boys didn't stop there. Some boy named monkey was so insistent that i sleep at the party that night that he got a sleeping bag and chased me down the road with it. (I had left to start making the 2hour walk home which at this stage would have been healthier than trying to sleep the alcohol off.) He then tried to carry me in from the lounge room from where i'd made myself a bed to this other room. Sad thing was he couldn't lift me so it was more of a pathetic drag/push. Needless to say he only got me part of the way and then gave up. Guess it kinda wasn't worth it and i had really passed out at this stage.

The thing that had gotten me so drunk was their attentions in the first place. While i was drinking with this one boy i could see that all he was trying to do was get me drunk (the glass of red wine and vodka and coke that he was pouring me was the dead give away) but i couldn't resist falling into their so obvious trap.

I have to admit though there was a few times when i had to hold myself back from kissing these boys. They were just so sweet and beautiful.

In the morning i woke to my friend JJ waking me with his foot. "Come on do you want a lift?"

At first all i could do was groan until the mumble of words made sense. "Yes" i said sitting up too fast. I felt i had stayed too long in this strange world full of underage temptations. And getting into his car still in the sleeping bag i felt relived. I had escaped and whilst those poor kids (especially the ones who were trying to get me drunk as all they ended up doing was making themselves extremely drunk) were still sleeping i left.