January 2012
45 posts
There's a tattoo place that's hiring
And it was where I wanted to get my first tattoo. I applied via Seek but I’m thinking I should call cause the ad went up like a week ago.
IcandothisIcandothisIcandothis.
“… There is a globe welling up inside of me;
Mountain ranges ridging my skin,...”
– Catherine Pierce (Because I’ll Never Swim in Every Ocean)
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dearpoetry:
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more…
I'm gonna get drunk off beer now
Not big deal (it is)
“Reader,
I tell you this: write about what makes you uncomfortable. For me,...”
– Joanna C. Valente’s Introduction to “Yes, Poetry” Volume 2. Issue 9: September 2011 (via clavicola)
Who are you, and where do you go at night?
That has been revolving around in my head for days. I want to ask everyone this.
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I want you now.
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wedding timez
I went to a wedding in the hunter on the weekend. I had to sleep in the same bed with a girl I didn’t know, and informed her awkwardly before we left for the wedding itself that I “move around in my sleep.”
She left the wedding early, and I returned to our room to find she’d put a pillow between our pillows so we don’t “headbutt each other while we...
Interview tomorrow. I’ve never been to a proper one-on-one interview before. I’ve always just sort of walked into my jobs (unless McDonald’s and Coffee Club informal interviews count).
However, I have had great tips and wisdom bestowed upon me. So I’ll just follow that and hope for the best.
If I manage to get a second job to last me until...
I’m getting a tattoo. I’ll be able to afford it. :)
I’ve waited quite a long time, it’s time to do this.
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Interview!
My first. Yes! It’s 20 hours a week for Epilepsy Action Australia doing cold calling and selling and stuff. If I get it I’ll most likely only be able to stand it until Uni starts, but for those set hours and the pay I’m willing to do it.
Some random number called me at 3pm
And I know, I know it’s job related. Or at least I’m pretty sure. But I hate talking to people on the phone for job related things so I’m just going to wait a little longer before I call them back and apologetically tell them I was working.
Someone teach me how to write cover letters
I can’t do it.
fifthrouge:
Today, feels like genesis. It could be all cobblestone underpasses, library nooks and the bottom of coffee cups; any sweet spot that might ignite you, something to remember me by. Build a gallery with our working towards the bigger picture, quiet proud achiever. Enchanting, you lit up in transit; your abrupt arrival still startled me, but boy, can we shimmer. So, here’s to fourth...
poop
I just texted some people off gumtree so as to show my interest for a pooper scooper position. I’m so put off by any second job that may involve: a) having to learn new skills e.g. making food, bartending etc, or b) interacting with the general public, that I’m actually considering picking up dog poop instead.
I turn 21 on Sunday. I’m not ready.
Sap from a tree, but actually from me
aloofearthsign:
All I want for Christmas is you.
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dun dun dun
So it’s official. I spilt water on my macbook and it is broke beyond repair. I’ve been saving pretty hard for exchange, and I’m sort of pissed at myself. But I know how lucky I am. To have this happen and be able to afford a new one without it completely dashing my exchange plans. I probably won’t be buying a new computer until the end of the month (when I’ll need...
“(Elegy for his Hands)
It was late, I was drunk, you were warm
to my hand, I...”
– Robyn Art, Notes About His Hands, Part 4. (via upmountains)
“For if a man chooses to be promiscuous, he may still aesthetically turn up his...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabrided Journals (July 1951)
live on: i keep writing in circles. →
muxersita:
for months i have been immovable, frozen, i keep calling it. reaching out for the life i have imagined but also always keeping it just a centimeter beyond my fingertips. i haven’t known quite why… but i was looking for inspiration. the spark to remember the reason i lived for. reading through my…
December 2011
53 posts
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New year. New brain. New sunlight walks and lists making languid lines on the table top. New early evenings. New dim light thought streaks. New nobody. New tiles. Newnewnew.
I have today and tomorrow off
And shit is going to get done. I don’t think my room has ever, EVER been this disgusting. It is time to get me some organization for the new year! Because it is necessary to have a clean room/home/mind once new years day rolls around.
