dear Heart,
I know  you're there.
now, please stop
racing.

x

(too much coffee? surely not)

http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=946

Hello Hyperbole
She's back.
x

Space Oddity

Chris Hadfield does something beautiful


unexpectedly moving.
wow. just wow.

Looking on the bright side

Single on Sunday means

Sitting at my sunny kitchen table
Verve Remixed (yay for Grooveshark)
Coffee in a beautiful cup
Toast with tomato (grown by me and Diana)
No plans at all.
x

Hello heartbreak

Two years since the big fucking earthquake that changed everything.

I'm so sad today. It's been a massive couple of years, so much upheaval (literally) and pain and fear and then all the good stuff too. It was just after the earthquake that I got together with the sweetest man in the world. This week I left him.

My heart is really fucking sore for so many reasons today.

Happy fuckin' birthday, Jeffy.

Love yer guts.

perspective

IMG_3400, a photo by eroica.lurks on Flickr.

funny to think that i took this photo 3 and a bit years ago because a vacant lot in the city was such an unusual sight...

and now my city looks like this (and still much of this to come down).

From the rooftop of C1, Dec 2012.

I'm pining for Australia.

It's an almost physical feeling, this lack, this need. Not city Australia, I want rural. I want to be surrounded by rustling gumleaves and hot dry air and frightening bugs and brown slow moving water and Australians. I want to be barely moving, slowing down to that Australian summer pace of life, sitting on a veranda in the shade drinking something cool and talking shit with whoever happens to be there. I like that about my Australian life... the talking to anyone and everyone. Kiwis are more reserved I think. Friendly, but only when dragged out of our shells... Australia drags me out of my shell.
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