Quite frankly, it could be. And tracking the daily lewks doesn't seem to be helping. We know my wardrobe has been uncovered as largely monochrome - blah blah blah - but what I've come to realise, an enlightenment that only hit me two days ago ( and one that makes so much SENSE in my… Continue reading is my wardrobe making me depressed?
As much as I dream of the freelance life ( when we decipher what work that would actually mean for me ), I’m coming to doubt my abilities in concentration and motivation that are necessary for this work choice. When a free day is sprung on me with no plans, and no intention of making any, I… Continue reading finding my productive space.
The first time I watched Jemima Kirke’s What's Underneath Project, I wept. I’d had an emotional, tear-filled morning and was still feeling pretty tender, ready for another round of sobbing. The second time I attempted I was at work, with a computer that has no scope for viewing / hearing, so tried to find some… Continue reading taking a leaf out of jemima kirke’s book.
( This is as far as my shocking poetry skills go - you will hear no more after this, promise ). I wish I could make up my mind. I wish I could do everything. I wish I could be busy. I wish I could be peaceful. I wish I could move away from the… Continue reading i wish :: a start to the year.
If you had told me seven years ago, while completing the HSC, that I would now be taking part in a fashion writing mentorship with Janice Breen-Burns and VAMFF, I would have laughed in your face. I would have made you feel stupid and offended with that evil teenage ability. Clearly it is now I… Continue reading oh the irony :: an underdog story.
I read a very important article on Huffington Post, titled 'To Anyone Who Thinks They're Falling Behind in Life'. How could someone have written an article so directly related to my current life situation, arriving in my Facebook feed at just the right time? Or maybe Facebook scarily knows me way too well. A lot… Continue reading timing is everything.
Some days it feels like the world just really doesn't want you around. It pissed on your glorious sunshiney, gym-class, solid outfit morning. And that bitch enjoyed it. Every question is answered with a no, every call for help rejected. All faith is lost in the state government as they steal more and more money… Continue reading when the world says no.
I need to give my brain a moment to dump its current thoughts and swirlings down unknown portals and rabbit holes. All I dream of right now is getting out of the city, in a van ( with built-in bed, preferably of the Kombi variety ), driving along the coast with no phone reception. No… Continue reading right here, right now.
All the recent life changes proved to me, once again, that I am a novice at being alone, and particularly eating lunch alone. I've experienced high school fears later in life than the designated time. I promise it's not because no one likes me - hopefully - but I've gone from a workplace of numerous… Continue reading how to :: handle lonely lunchtimes.
Every morning when I go to the gym ( every morning is a loosely held term right here, but #goals ) my bag is quite literally filled to the brim with outfit and face things. Like, it's a real struggle to close. And that's without including the required towel or skipping rope at times. The… Continue reading italian for a day 2.0.