March 2012
4 posts
“she’s the one for you, she’s the girl of your dreams, she’s...”
– the l word.
February 2012
3 posts
Red and White
She was red and white. That was the first thing I thought, before her screams came banging into my atmosphere. I’m late, that was the second thing I thought, as her words finally formed meaning. Her pleas for help were vicious and desperate, like a wild dog.
I was riding my bike to my first day at a new school when I heard the pounding. She was on the fourth floor. I remember the window seemed...
'GOD'
Most of the kids in town had heaps of brothers and sisters, but I only had Joe. He was five years and forty three days older than me. It took us forever to figure that out. Joe wasn’t just my older brother, he was my God. His word was the truth, at least that’s what he said. We lived with our Mum, Jerry the butterfly, she could sing real well. She always had a song playing and a rolled White Ox...
June 2011
1 post
May 2011
3 posts
When I was little my family lived in a house cut in half. Behind a blocked off door lived Milka, an elderly Russian lady who took pride in her precious front garden. I didn’t know the names of these flowers but I knew my front yard was a rainbow. My Mum called it our fairy garden and told me that every child has a fairy that lives on their shoulder, you couldn’t always see it but you could feel...
“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via suncatcher)
April 2011
1 post
It was midnight. There was no clock to strike, but the everlasting words of Tupac filled the abandoned palace “I see no changes, all I see is racist faces, misplaced hate makes disgrace for races; we under. I wonder what it takes to make this one a better place… let’s erase the wasted. Take the evil out of the people, they’ll be acting right.”
We had discovered what we now called ‘The...
March 2011
3 posts
At 40, he’d never grown up.
His eyes showed a lack of depth but an abundance of boyish humour. He was a child endlessly wandering a man’s body. For five years he kept us in our own private never land; a place where the fineries were packed bongs and half cigarettes. When the stars disappeared he never forgot to give us a bedtime kiss and a glass of coke to soak our lungs in. However he’d never...
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...”
– Sylvia Plath (via bloodisthenewblackk)
February 2011
75 posts
“We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated...”
– Henry Miller (via suncatcher)
“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of...”
– Salvador Plascencia (via ish07)
“if you could only see me dancing on my notepad, oblivious to the things I...”
– Bliss n Eso - This is for You
“I’ve met someone who makes me feel sea sick, oh what a skill to have, oh...”
– The Wombats -Kill the Director.
“There is a splinter of ice in the heart of a writer”
– Graham Greene
“I have so much of you in my heart.”
– John Keats to Fanny Brawne, 10 July 1819 (via wearebasiclight)
everyone has someone else inside of them.
but of late, this has become a literal affliction.
“It may have been in bits and pieces, but I’ve given you the best of me.”
– Jim Morrison (via ceeleenuh)
“i bargained, because that is what addicts do, i was a charmer, because that is...”
– Stephen King - Memoir of the Craft.
They drove until there was nowhere left to drive, a turn off on the right and there it was, the closest most of them would ever get to paradise… a prickled disaster of closed in caves and grassy knolls where we danced. A downhill hike to an uphill battle. The treachery of tires and the fear that lights strike in the distance. Muddy puddled bongs and leftover coke bottles in a bin made of...
Death Cab, The Sound of Settling
“Let me tell you one thing about why writers write: had I known the answer to any...”
– Joan Didion - Why I Write
“I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling...”
– George Orwell - Why I Write.
