August 2011
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You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you’ve housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission
And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn’t love another
I can’t help it…you’re my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
I know I’m diving into my own destruction
So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don’t fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can’t tame you…but I just keep trying
‘Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn’t love another
I’m on your list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn’t love another
I can’t help it…you’re my kind of man
Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?
So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions
‘Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn’t love another
Share a toothbrush…you’re my kind of man
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Make me feel like I couldn’t love another
I can’t help it…you’re my kind of man
No I can’t help myself
I can’t help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”
—Leonard Cohen (via forbiddenalleys)
“Underneath and unexplored
Islands and cities I have looked
Here I saw
Something I couldn’t over look” —Islands - The xx
Islands and cities I have looked
Here I saw
Something I couldn’t over look” —Islands - The xx
I am so lucky with the people I follow. I never seem to have hate on my dash.
No. Shan’t. I shall continue.
I am so lucky with the people I follow. I never seem to have hate on my dash.
I am so lucky with the people I follow. I never seem to have hate on my dash.
“I really like the word swell….”
—A girl who likes words=me
Sometimes it's the little things that make me unbelievably happy
I’m in my bed with the window open which is providing me with some much needed fresh air. The gentle lake breeze wafts in, in soft gusts and the sunshine is bouncing around my room, lighting it up like the sun is suspended from the ceiling.
Despite the obvious beautiful and warm fuzzy feeling the weather is creating for me, there is something else far more exciting.
I sit contently under the blankets and research university semester exchange opportunities. I get all giddy at the thought of going somewhere new, somewhere, anywhere that isn’t here.
That’s not to say that I don’t like home, I just don’t know any better. And I desperately want to know what is out there. I so achingly want to explore.
Then I realise the possibility of me going out and exploring the world is so close that I’m becoming hesitant. That I begin to question myself and my motives… and everything.
What about my family? What about the cost? What about my degree? What about my friends? What if it’s horrible? What if I am alone? What if everything goes sour? What if…
But I have to stop and think, that opportunities like this don’t just come along everyday. So I will keep researching my exchange possibilities and that spark of excitement that sits inside me like the fizzling start of a firework will keep burning.
I just hope I don’t explode….
“The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.”
—Mark Twain (via sensiblynonsensical)
I just went all the way into university to hand in one god damn assignment!
NEGATIVES:
- I have been to Sydney and back (to Newcastle that is) to spend less than half an hour actually at university
- I have spent approximately 2hours and 40minutes on the train today
- The post office at university doesn’t do phone bills. Therefore making my trip to uni even more pointless
- I arrived home, only to then have to walk up to the shops to pay my phone bill
POSITIVES:
- For all my hard work and suffering today, I went and bought myself a bottle of guava juice.
- I’m deciding if, when and where I’ll do a university semester exchange overseas
“Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.”
—Woody Allen (via forbiddenalleys)
“Walcott don’t you know that it’s insane?”
—Walcott - Vampire Weekend
“Lovely one,
your eyes are too big for your face,
your eyes are too big for the earth.
There are countries, there are rivers,
in your eyes.” —Pablo Neruda (via anhelos)
your eyes are too big for your face,
your eyes are too big for the earth.
There are countries, there are rivers,
in your eyes.” —Pablo Neruda (via anhelos)
Aaahhh!
Damn you phone bill for ruining my life!!!!!
It’s not even that I’ve gone excessively over the limit… I just don’t want to pay it
“I really like the word imponderable…”
—A girl who likes words=me
In Your Light
Gotye - In Your Light
I really should...
- Get myself a copy of Rushmore. God damn I love that movie! It’s unfortunate that I don’t own it, otherwise I’d watch it everyday
- Do the finishing touches on my essay plan. Honestly it would take me 5 minutes tops. But there is this boredom and lack of interest inside me that just aches, so I am avoiding it.
- Stop overthinking. The ironic thing is that I am overthinking about overthinking. Am I really even overthinking in the first place? Maybe I just have a little OCD presenting itself in light of my bland and repetitive lifestyle?
- Go for a nice stroll outside, amongst the warm and inviting houses that parallel the lake. I could sit on the jetty and contemplate if a jellyfish is watching me from the watery depths. Or I could dodge plovers as they screech and accuse me of attempted murder…
- Finish that essay plan…
- Make myself some lunch. Gourmet sandwich sounds good, except we’ve run out of my minuscule sized gluten-free bread. Why is it that one slice of gluten-free bread is equivalent to half the size of a normal slice of bread?! People must think I’m eating baby food. Damn you bread, why must you be so small?!?!?
- Read a book. A literary great or a masterful novel full of wit and nice descriptions…. hmmmm
“I really like the word heinous…”
—A girl who likes words=me
