idrewfirst: “…This strange, warmhearted, funny and loyal Englishman who never quite seemed to fit in and probably even as a schoolboy was an outsider. I pictured him as a younger man, older and sadder than his friends, radiating that certain aura of melancholy he always gave off at SCDP.”
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This is the most played song in my iTunes and it reminds me of absolutely noone. Most of the others that share the list are sentimental, but this one trumps them all. Maybe because it’s catchy and cute and played on a ukele and only plays for 2 1/2 minutes. It sure is easy to listen to.
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“Jamia told us about a gross incident of street harassment that had happened to her that day. As everyone began to chime in with support and tales of similar things that had happened to them, we all got so sad, and so MAD. It dawned on us that you can take any random group of girls and women, and EVERY SINGLE ONE of them will have multiple stories of terrible things that were said to them and done to them on the street by strangers, as a matter of course. Just the normal state of affairs when you are out in public, being female. Like, we’re not special. This happens to everybody.”
Once someone flashed me in my street when I was ten. Seriously, what the fuck? I was fucking ten years old and walking down my safe suburban street at 3pm. That is not ok. Let’s keep it classy, shall we gentlemen?
Tomorrow I’m going to move my room around. Sort out my Feng Shui or whatever. Do people still believe in that? Was it just a passing fad that Girlfriend printed an article about in 2002 which led to me to wrongly assume that all the adults lived by these rules?
When I was in high school, I remember the start of every term I tried to reinvent myself. I always imagined myself having a casual makeover ala every teen movie ever and finally leaving the whole ugly ducking thing behind. And since then, it’s kind of been a recurring theme. I’m always like tomorrow is going to be the start! The start of a new beginning where I’m healthier and more active and more interesting- whatever it is, be it body, social skills, intelligence, whatever it is in my crazy mind that is taking a hit at the time. But then it gets to then, and it’s like well I’ll start the diet tomorrow. Reading that super boring book can wait until another time.
But maybe tomorrow, maybe if I move some things around and try to not let my cynical mind in the way of this spiritual thing or whatever it is, maybe tomorrow will be that new start.
Oh no, it’s already tomorrow. So maybe I’ll start the diet on Tuesday.
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You once told me, our fingerprints don’t fade from the lives we touch. Is that true for everybody, or is it just poetic bullshit?
-Remember Me
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Weekend treats on Saturday with @ellalarge at the Vintage Kitchen, Coorparoo (Taken with Instagram at Vintage Kitchen & Vintage Closet)
Kathleen.
Brisbane.
Spend a little time with me.
