December 2010
41 posts
2 tags
Dec 30th
6 tags
ListenHey Na Na Katie Herzig (via alyssssaa) Feeling...
Dec 30th
5 notes
3 tags
The truth wears off →
An article about the decline effect and scientific method by Jonah Lehrer in ‘The New Yorker’, December 13th, 2010. All I can say is hahahaha.
Dec 29th
1 note
2 tags
Dec 29th
1 note
4 tags
“Unexpected intrusions of beauty. That is what life is.”
– from ‘Herzog’ — Saul Bellow (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Dec 29th
2,110 notes
4 tags
Dec 29th
3 tags
Dec 29th
2 notes
10 tags
Write about love
I’ve been home in New Zealand for 12 days; it’s midnight now, heralding the 13th night I’ve spent. This year the garden seems as green as ever. An olive tree that I never knew was an olive tree rests peacefully in one corner, its characteristic leaf colour reflected in the lavender hedges at the other end of the strip. Evenings take on a classical tinge. There doesn’t seem...
Dec 29th
3 notes
4 tags
Dec 11th
5 tags
Dec 11th
1 note
5 tags
ListenOpen Season High Highs (via theunfound)
Dec 11th
42 notes
4 tags
Dec 11th
4 tags
Every day the same dream →
“An flash game made by Paolo Pedercini of Molle Industria, ‘Every Day The Same Dream’ is a short, bleak little tale about a day in a man’s life. Or, rather, every day, since they’re all the same, and nothing he can ever do will change that. Or will it?” [source] Please don’t let my life end up like this.
Dec 11th
1 note
2 tags
Dec 9th
3 tags
Dec 9th
5 tags
“There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the...”
– from ‘Dracula’ — Bram Stoker (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Dec 9th
1,156 notes
2 tags
Dec 9th
7,244 notes
4 tags
ListenThe Dog Days Are Over Florence And The Machine...
Dec 9th
12 notes
7 tags
Dec 8th
1 note
5 tags
Dec 8th
1 note
3 tags
Congratulations Monash Medical School, Class of... →
4 out of 5 years together — longer than the average marriage :) So proud and grateful to know this bunch of amazing people. I’ll wait my turn next year xx
Dec 8th
4 tags
Devoured
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said: “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter - bitter,” he answered; “But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.” -‘In The Desert’ — Stephen Crane
Dec 7th
3 notes
4 tags
Dec 6th
3 tags
“I regret nothing. There have been things I missed, but I ask no questions,...”
– from ‘The Fountainhead’ — Ayn Rand (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Dec 6th
758 notes
3 tags
Dec 6th
4 tags
Dec 6th
4 tags
ListenLove Me Yiruma (via minjiiix) It’s the...
Dec 6th
2 notes
6 tags
Bright bright lights
It has been the most humid beginning to December this year - the wettest in the last 5 years I’ve been here. There’s a weight in the air unfamiliar to all of us, given the years of drought. An absolute stranger died the other day, aged 23.  I heard about it on Facebook when mutual friends put up eulogies. I don’t know if it’s right to be writing about it here. Weird,...
Dec 6th
3 tags
Dec 3rd
2 notes
7 tags
Dec 3rd
1,120 notes
3 tags
Dec 3rd
12 notes
3 tags
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
– from ‘The Great Gatsby’ — F. Scott Fitzgerald (via alicante-lullaby)
Dec 3rd
4 notes
2 tags
Dec 3rd
4 tags
A note
Dear friends who went to Mornington today, Your photos look amazing. I wish I had gone — it turns out the friend who I was really waiting on to see the house with me didn’t show. Pathology lab vs. a topiary maze near the sea on the loveliest of early summer Saturdays — a no brainer. I hope you had as much fun as your gorgeous selves look like you had in your photographs :) xx ...
Dec 3rd
1 note
3 tags
Dec 2nd
2 tags
The Great Gatsby  →
Read “The Great Gatsby” online (by F. Scott Fitzgerald). :)
Dec 2nd
4 tags
Dec 2nd
2 tags
“Even a thought, even a possibility, can shatter us and transform us.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via rerylikes and jesusswiftfoot)
Dec 2nd
714 notes
5 tags
Dec 2nd
4 tags
Dec 2nd
6 tags
The unbelievable privilege of reading something...
Last night in a black armchair at Borders, waiting for an old flatmate’s party in East Richmond to begin, I read The Great Gatsby for the first time: Myrtle pulled her chair close to mine, and suddenly her warm breath poured over me the story of her first meeting with Tom. “It was on the two little seats facing each other that are always the last ones left on the train. I was going up...
Dec 2nd
1 note