Lust is easy. Love is hard. Like is most important.– Carl Reiner
i ain’t sayin’ she a gold-digger, but she did move to Ballarat in 1854
Anonymous asked: 3?
Bump in the night
Just lying on my bed minding my own business when my sister’s gay friend - who I’ve never met - literally waltzes into the room, singing Dreamgirls to me. I smile and laugh while he picks up my possessions and closely examines them. ‘Ooooh, who’s that? He’s cute!’, he asks while staring into the photographic eyes of my Spanish friend. My personal bubble slowly...
We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t...– John Waters
A midsummer night's cream
*In da klub*
Random: *Starts trying to dance with me*
Me: No, thanks
Random: *Pulls me in toward him*
Me: Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? Or rather do I not in plainest truth tell you, I do not nor cannot love you?
Random: ...The fuck
I once met a guy who instantly guessed that my Zodiac sign was Libra. My URL comes from a Jamie T song. It’s one of my favourites, and I just dig the lyrics. Two things I am frequently complimented on are my handwriting, and that I am a good kisser. Do all guys just say that though? Speaking of which, I am the ‘flirty’ type of drunk. I used to be a singer, and received the top...
If you were to die tomorrow, would you be happy with the words you left behind on your blog?
A year ago today
I was flying across the other side of the world to embark on a new adventure. I miss that feeling. Now I’m sitting at home procrastinating.
I have no idea if I’m doing what I want to do; or if I ever will. Someone make my life decisions please. Do I quit while I’m ahead or try something new? Yeah. Feeling pretty lost at the moment.
Eating humble pie
Back in the day when people were asked to describe me in one word, the most recurring answer was ‘humble’. Even my best friend often refers to my ‘humility’. Yet, I feel like I’ve become so narcissistic lately. I just want the material things, and I hardly care about others perceptions of me anymore. It’s terrible.
a-juicy-contradiction: scapegoatedbyagirl: Rich husband in need of trophy wife. Fuck feminism. Wow either you’re joking or you’re ready to degrade yourself! (There’s nothing wrong with being a housewife, obviously, but being a “trophy wife” is just disgusting tbh) Yeah, no - it’s pretty much the latter!
nighttimemilk-deactivated201207 asked: Will you accept a poor husband who would be willingly conned into fraud and bank robbery?
Rich husband in need of trophy wife. Fuck feminism.
Anonymous asked: :) It's so funny that we both run personal blogs, and you went to see Ball Park Music and I'm going to see them tonight! (I'd message you off anon, but I'm keeping this separate from my real blog.) -flindersstreetstation (I was 8excuses when you started following me btw) xox
I have Fauré’s Cantique de Jean Racine stuck in my head right now. And when I have songs stuck in my head the only cure is to go on YouTube and immerse myself in itself. Looking at comments, someone on there wrote that everyone should hear that piece once in their lives, and I must agree. Just beautiful. To think Fauré was my age when he composed it makes me feel a little under-accomplished...
I know I have a place to belong, because I am constantly removed from it. It is...– Christopher Loh (University of Melbourne student)
thediamondsinlucyssky-deactivat asked: I love your blog! You have a personality that really shines though on your posts
I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.– Mark Twain
In a literal sense. My very being aches with the memory of how I abandoned you. You left. So quietly and disappointedly. My head pulses with the thought of being with you. My hands tingle at the anticipation of your touch. My throat is bedeviled with marks of your biting love. And your words still resonate softly in my ears. ‘I hope you like it rough.’
We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find...– Theodor Seuss Geisel
“A term applied to a woman by an egotistical male who, due to his upbringing in a patriarchal phallocracy, has been led to believe that he has a God-given right to thrust his dick into anything that moves, including women who clearly don’t want him.”
Teasing the Roosters
Why are people treating each other’s affections so badly these days? I wish I lived in an idealistic Jane Austen-type period where you weren’t hit on by men a thousand times in one night and then cursed at when you refuse to have sex. Make no mistake people, chilvalry is dead.
We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a...– William Maugham