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invading melbourne for a week which means:
+ a bounty of time/space for thought, writing, reflection and laughs.
+ spinning my precious psuedo-nieces around the room.
+ laying low with some fantastic people.
+ coconut hot chocolate.
+ carlton football club.
+ more tattoo time.
+ outre gallery.
+ dirty dancing.
+ saganaki.
- antarctic training conditions.
- a lovely friend who is suffering after an intense bike accident.
- trams.
as for the current climate:
+ realisation of true colours; a seemingly beautiful heart can have bloody bastard valves.
+ precious, inspiring friends who tolerate my mellows and yellows. i'm a lucky girl. xx
+ spin training to ac/dc and johnny cash instead of hollow doof crap.
+ the woody scent inside pa's babushka doll. i miss my grandparents.
+ RISE japanese one chef hat heaven for michael's 29th.
+ fushia singapore orchids from who? who knows?! -
+ 3 parts milo to one part soy milk. tut tut.
+ sin city: "that's the thing with dames..."
+ solo living and the freedom of undress.
+ nat sneaking berrocca into the gin.
+ monday night jazz at the basement.
+ hot water music's 'bleeder' cover.
+ 17-18th century japanese erotica.
+ bondi markets vintage.
+ alliance française.
+ satin-tip blankets.
+ lychee caprioskas.
+ my own two feet.
+ que sera sera.
+ grace of God.
+ franz kafka.
+ dr zhivago:
nikolayevich: what is history? its beginning is that of the centuries of systematic work devoted to the solution of the enigma of death, so that death itself may eventually be overcome. that is why people write symphonies, and why they discover mathematical infinity and electromagnetic waves.
pasha: but what does that matter? the private life, love, and so on. it's all dead and gone now, don't you agree? we have more important things to do. in any case, it was a way to delusion.
yuri: it's the only thing that makes life worth living.
+ a bounty of time/space for thought, writing, reflection and laughs.
+ spinning my precious psuedo-nieces around the room.
+ laying low with some fantastic people.
+ coconut hot chocolate.
+ carlton football club.
+ more tattoo time.
+ outre gallery.
+ dirty dancing.
+ saganaki.
- antarctic training conditions.
- a lovely friend who is suffering after an intense bike accident.
- trams.
as for the current climate:
+ realisation of true colours; a seemingly beautiful heart can have bloody bastard valves.
+ precious, inspiring friends who tolerate my mellows and yellows. i'm a lucky girl. xx
+ spin training to ac/dc and johnny cash instead of hollow doof crap.
+ the woody scent inside pa's babushka doll. i miss my grandparents.
+ RISE japanese one chef hat heaven for michael's 29th.
+ fushia singapore orchids from who? who knows?! -
+ 3 parts milo to one part soy milk. tut tut.
+ sin city: "that's the thing with dames..."
+ solo living and the freedom of undress.
+ nat sneaking berrocca into the gin.
+ monday night jazz at the basement.
+ hot water music's 'bleeder' cover.
+ 17-18th century japanese erotica.
+ bondi markets vintage.
+ alliance française.
+ satin-tip blankets.
+ lychee caprioskas.
+ my own two feet.
+ que sera sera.
+ grace of God.
+ franz kafka.
+ dr zhivago:
nikolayevich: what is history? its beginning is that of the centuries of systematic work devoted to the solution of the enigma of death, so that death itself may eventually be overcome. that is why people write symphonies, and why they discover mathematical infinity and electromagnetic waves.
pasha: but what does that matter? the private life, love, and so on. it's all dead and gone now, don't you agree? we have more important things to do. in any case, it was a way to delusion.
yuri: it's the only thing that makes life worth living.