February 2012
16 posts
I need to keep writing.
I need to keep writing.
I need to keep writing…sometime soon.
“Your crippling self-doubt is one of the reasons you are an artist. If artists...”
– Matthew Stone (via optimismasculturalrebellion)
Anonymous asked: Can you make me a list, darling one? A list of the things in your heart, or those in your head perhaps?
Playing Piano again shouldn’t make me feel this fucking low.
Anonymous asked: What are some of your favourite novels?
January 2012
37 posts
Anonymous asked: How do you stopp missing someone?
scuzzling asked: You are so beautiful! Your face is lovely. Your mind too, from the slightest glimpse I get through your tumblr.
“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem...”
– Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine. Mr Bradbury, I applaud you always.
Where have I been, Who have I been?
Today I woke up with illness still resting beside me. I’m craving a new space already, and it’s only been a month since being in this one. I’m not really sure why this is happening so frequently within me at the moment, and there is clearly a lot of searching I need to be doing to try and solve this mystery why. My soul seems to be being pulled in all sorts of directions, but...
norriei asked: get well soon daggett!
I’ve spent the day curled up with Angry Beavers and illness. Both an enjoyable and incredibly unpleasant experience.
Anonymous asked: Ma chérie, vos mots sont du miel et de la crème pour mes maux d'âme. J'avais besoin de lire un peu de votre oeuvre, de votre passion pour la Vie et la poésie, pour sourire à nouveau. J'espėre que vous comprenez. Bien à vous Chanelle, la demoiselle amoureuse des chats. C.
Starbucks.
Fuck you. Sincerely, Lets Make Beauty.
Fuck Regularly.
mitchswitch asked: hi :) whats making my eyes sparkle? umm ..you XD
Anonymous asked: tears
New Followers, Welcome.
Tell me what’s making your eyes sparkle as of late.
"I'd rather have Hitler read me Jerry Seinfeld's...
Let me tell you how incredible it feels to be...
A day of beautiful Melbourne rain. And another day filled with so much joy to be living here. I can still feel the little steps of anxiety from excitement of when I first arrived back here, dancing inside of me each time I take a moment to look out a window and fall in love all over again. Every night I have bats outside my bedroom feasting on our apricots in the tree, what more could anyone ask...
YOU SAD INADEQUATE FUCK.
It’s amazing how clueless you are.
“Really to see where you’ve come from, you have to go someplace else. Otherwise...”
– Mick Jones
