hullo brisbane-based followers, let’s hang out and make feminist zines together~
got our fruit and veg delivered from the internet today, handed in my final assessment for the year tonight, kicking back watching amelie, drinking a hef and eating a giant plate of stir fry while I wait for new AHS to download and now that i’m on holidays i will have time to tidy my apartment and hang out with friends/rob/my sister/my lady friend~ and everything is just wonderful yeeeeeeeee
welp, I stayed up all night playing candy box 2 and now I don’t even feel that tired so I think I’m going to go for a run and maybe pick some lavender from those bushes down near the river.
some humans are able to thrive in frost and others exist only to break the ice. shattering skin, diving in, trying to save a life. some humans seem to live for this, breaking through or being broken, anything to be spoken to. they forget sharp edges, breathing, choking. I have learned to abandon the word “rescue”, to swim past the bodies in bodies of water. I have learned while gasping for air that a lake can freeze twice. I have perfected a simple technique to drown out the tapping that sounds through the ice.
just wanna eat pickles and drink bourbon and roll around in the sunshine in bed in my underwear for about a week straight tbh
before your eyes slide into sleep, before
the screen of your computer flickers off
you take your pill to fix your head, and then
you settle in the sheets, turn off the light.
and after I escape the bed, the floor
is warm with morning sun, the curtains hot,
I pick my pill to fix my neck, and then
I wait to eat until the time is right.
we let our bodies overlap at night.