brain and/or mouth vomit
i am jim carrey’s elastic face. (have i said that before?). today i bought new sheets, blue, because that induces ‘calm’. i bought a new curtain (singular), blockout, because i get migraines from the sun. i bought a new towel, that smells really strange, and then i found three more under my bed, i bought hot cross buns, six (6), fruit free, because i don’t like the texture of (cooked) sultanas and/or berries in bread and/or pastry. i almost bought hot cross buns with chocolate chips, but then thought, no, i eat badly enough, i’ll buy a can of beetroot.

i am jim carrey’s elastic face. (have i said that before?). today i bought new sheets, blue, because that induces ‘calm’. i bought a new curtain (singular), blockout, because i get migraines from the sun. i bought a new towel, that smells really strange, and then i found three more under my bed, i bought hot cross buns, six (6), fruit free, because i don’t like the texture of (cooked) sultanas and/or berries in bread and/or pastry. i almost bought hot cross buns with chocolate chips, but then thought, no, i eat badly enough, i’ll buy a can of beetroot.

things i find erotic

a new felt-tip pen on slippery paper

rubbing my foot on the creases in my sheets

tender meat

names of experiments used to prove quantum theory

(the double slit experiment)

the thought of pulling a cone of wax out of my ear

or a long piece of snot that i can feel leave my throat

chin-ups

matching black underwear

the feeling of melting into the floor

hot breath on my neck

scratching my limbs

when sentences are perfect

godatemygoogledrive:

Remembering God Ate My Google Drive: Where is the Emoji for Hummus?

we’re doing an online god ate my google drive and i am your emcee. i’m trying to think of something funny, but i don’t think i have anything. all i can think of rn is cosplay. 

a skin wave crashing on the shore of over priced avocados and cheap bras.
a cup of mouldy Vegemite, and a watch that only runs during the day.
2 rings i never take off, one belly full of pizza.

a skin wave crashing on the shore of over priced avocados and cheap bras.

a cup of mouldy Vegemite, and a watch that only runs during the day.

2 rings i never take off, one belly full of pizza.

things which precede and/or follow tightness in palms

oporto chips and ‘norm’ burgers, mountain dew, weight watchers frozen dinners, the sound of vomit hitting the water in the toilet, a friend’s mother hidden in a bush, laughing because what the hell else do you do, sitting on a couch, at 5pm, alone, before knowing anything, or knowing that you will know something soon, watching a white, round head bob in the ocean, celebrating a birthday under some trees for a few minutes, sleepovers at friend’s that last for weeks, acronyms and words that can’t be spelled, a lot of silence and strange smiles that don’t mean anything, squeaking on vinyl couches, surgical masks, soap up to elbows, sitting outside with a sneeze, skittles, red skittles, a big bag of red skittles.

absinthe and milk, a swiss army knife kept in a box of ribbons, bent forks, gnocchi, train rides that take two hours and a bus trip without marked stops, scabs, beads threaded onto knotted elastic, infallible proofs, stanmore, leichhardt, alexandria, petersham, triple shot coffees, sweat on an upper lip, a heel of a shoe hitting an ankle, a single bed, a loft bed, walking slowly under flowering trees, itching, the extended lord of the rings trilogy and no-brand chocolate, a mickey mouse vest, a blue bow tie, the Aeneid, taxis at 3am, sharing secrets that change when they’re told, a one eyed dog, rejecting a call, tightness in palms.

ebatch:

emmie-rae:

~ how will I liiiiiiiiiiive without youuuuuuuuu|~~~~

ㅠㅠ crying over this one not being up in my face//space//bed errydayluh this girl

Lub you both

ebatch:

emmie-rae:

~ how will I liiiiiiiiiiive without youuuuuuuuu|~~~~

ㅠㅠ crying over this one not being up in my face//space//bed erryday

luh this girl

Lub you both

which girl needs a shower?
this girl.
what a mess i’ve made upon your innocence.

which girl needs a shower?

this girl.

what a mess i’ve made upon your innocence.

if you tell yourself you’re ok enough you might actually start to believe it

so i want to tell myself again, and again, what i’m excited about;

having a major piece of fiction written at the end of the year

having the luxury to read and watch stupid teen rom-coms

werner herzog’s voice

my friends getting recognition for their talents

girl bands

having a table at the zine fair in may

big, dumb puppies running

emmie and emilia coming back to sydney

being warm in winter

asian food

selfies

taxonomies and etymologies

reading, again, but non-fiction this time

my boyfriend’s biceps

pooping

my mum being in a really amazing relationship

getting out of bed

socks and platform shoes

sitting with my legs spread or up on a desk

felt-tip pens

articulating through facial expressions and sounds or actually figuring out how to articulate through words

patting people on the butt (when they let me)

soundtracks written by michael nyman

yelling

guiltless macdonalds

making brilliant jokes and laughing at them myself

trying to get other people to be excited about things to much that they jiggle

Youre gorgeous! <3

aw shit this is my official first tumblr compliment by a stranger and i’m blushing. hehehehehehehehehehehe.

I go out about every 3 days

I ain’t playing with this selfie game

i have already used about 20 exclamations today (!). i have also coughed up about 20 globs of green phlegm. i have probably typed more than 20 words, and there is a lot more than 20 books behind me. i also have more than 20 books on my desk, which you can&#8217;t see. this photo is my distraction from writing an annotation of &#8216;history of shit&#8217;, which is still one of my favourite books ever, top 20. later today, i am going to see &#8216;julia&#8217;, a film in the german film festival, about a transgendered prostitute. it will take me more than 20 minutes to get there. i just had a sip of cold coffee, and perhaps in 20 seconds i will need to poop. i have 10 knuckles, and i have just cracked them twice (20). i think i also have 20 mosquito bites on my neck. i am older than 20, and i hope to live for a least another 20. today is the first day of the rest of my life (ha ha). 

i have already used about 20 exclamations today (!). i have also coughed up about 20 globs of green phlegm. i have probably typed more than 20 words, and there is a lot more than 20 books behind me. i also have more than 20 books on my desk, which you can’t see. this photo is my distraction from writing an annotation of ‘history of shit’, which is still one of my favourite books ever, top 20. later today, i am going to see ‘julia’, a film in the german film festival, about a transgendered prostitute. it will take me more than 20 minutes to get there. i just had a sip of cold coffee, and perhaps in 20 seconds i will need to poop. i have 10 knuckles, and i have just cracked them twice (20). i think i also have 20 mosquito bites on my neck. i am older than 20, and i hope to live for a least another 20. today is the first day of the rest of my life (ha ha). 

i&#8217;m trying this new clip thing. it might not last long because i always have a headache. my &#8216;straight face&#8217; always looks so sad. i&#8217;m not always thats sad, just right now i have a sore throat. 

i’m trying this new clip thing. it might not last long because i always have a headache. my ‘straight face’ always looks so sad. i’m not always thats sad, just right now i have a sore throat.