see, here’s one of the problems with society. we’re sometimes too comfortable with what we have that we stop looking for more. it’s a human habit to stay safe instead of welcome the strange with open arms. we often look around and think, “well, this is all i need right?”, but then kick ourselves when we realise that it’s tragic how blind we’ve been. and it’s so, so much better, and you ask “where’ve you been all my life?” 

sorry i was away for a few weeks, i’ve been living and learning and discovering. summer is here in sydney, but this year i’ll be having a white christmas (finally).

these two pictures hold quite some meaning. it was a night in september, we were three hours out of the city, in a small town when we stumbled upon a party in a nearby forest. it wasn’t a party really, more just this unity of people i don’t know. it was so dark that i couldn’t see where i was going, and my god the air was cold. but every hand and fingers i felt was numb too and somehow knowing that you weren’t alone is comforting and makes it all okay. we jumped up and down in mud and pretended to smoke with our dragon breath. the next morning, i drank the strongest coffee i could get because i slept way too late and woke way too early and i remember a nearby girl with this perfect, straight fall of a plait in her hair and her younger sister was jealous of how pretty it was, and their argument with each other went on forever and ever. it was so clear in my head - one of those random memories that just sticks - because it was funny that by the end of it all, they were crying and when their mother asked them why they were so unhappy, they couldn’t remember.