Most days.

Sometimes you keep me in reality. Sometimes you take me away. Yes Squire, you are the imaginaries.

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Mishka Von Strauski.

...You my dear are beyond glorious! It has been four hundred and sixteen days since my nephew came into the world.

The first time we met was curious, my beloved sister looked tired and you were a foreign being. I couldn't help but weep and I don't know why.

The next day I held your tiny frame in my arms and I knew that we were going to be best friends. You were so small then, looking like an old man.

Oh how you have changed me. You are the only person I would let slobber hand me and rub your meaty dinner in my face.

I love your rare instances of affection. When you creep up and kiss me or hug me. The rarity of these moments makes them all the more special.

I would share my caramel soy milkshake with you any day. I would even cater for you when I bake muffins.

You light up my life. We shall be friends forever. I love you Mishka.

Photograph by Anooke.

Sprawl.

Today I have typed the word "recidivism" more than any other word. It is making me nauseous.

TeenVogue Photograph.

Light with a little L.

My obligation are slowly coming to a peak. I feel like I'm swimming in a giant swimming pool. I can see the sky but I cant coordinate my limbs to take me there. I hate swimming, I have never been good at it and I have always feared that water would bring me to the ultimate fate.

In six months or less the plug will be removed from the giant bath and I will be able to breathe with ease again. I just wish that it would happen without pain and fear.

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Lost and weird.

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In my arms she was always Lolita.

I am reading Vladimir Nabokov's 'Lolita' at the moment. It is a little disturbing but it is so beautifully written. I wanted to share with you a small segment. In context the segment is not exactly beautiful. However taken out of context I find it quite lovely.

'..."Let me follow a train of thought."

I thought. More than a minute passed.

"All right. Come on."

"Was I on that train?"

"You certainly were."'

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lose my way with words.

I am loving my growing collection of Poetry so I decided to take a few photographs of my beloved books. The afternoon Autumn sun seemed to make everything glow just a little.

Images by Anooke.

Science with a bit of magic.

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Listening tunes.

1. Free Fallin (live)- John Mayer

2. Radar Detector- Darwin Deez

3. Goodbye England (Covered In Snow)- Laura Marling

4. Romeo and Julliet- Lisa Mitchell

5. Ridin' In My Car- She & Him

6. Tim McGraw- Taylor Swift

7. Out and In- Kate Miller-Heidke

8. 3x5- John Mayer

9. You've Got The Love- Florence + The Machine

10. Don't Push It Don't Force It- Leon Haywood

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Running with the horses.

I went to Melbourne for my cousin's wedding with my Mother, Father and Be on the weekend that has just passed. I enjoyed the festivities and the food, the Sunday morning spooning with Be and the book shopping. I enjoyed the flight which I have made quite frequently in the last few years.

I love taking off into the sky, that brief moment when the plane gains speed. I imagine it would feel somewhat like a pack of wild horses.

I also like those brief instances of gravity when the natural world reassures us of its ominous power over us.

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Unable to bear these emotions.

I am required to study Mary Shelley's Frankenstein for my final exams. I quite liked the novel but after having to heavily analyse it I am slightly down heartened. I have to remember quotes so I thought that I might share them with you to help me remember.

"...I felt sensations of a peculiar and over-whelming nature; they were a mixture of pain and pleasure, such as I had never before experienced, either from hunger or cold, warmth or food; and I withdrew from the window, unable to bear these emotions."

The creature is so beautiful.

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Monsters walking across the floor.

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A million pieces of paper in one.

I love a good map, however the GPS is probably one of the greatest inventions known to human kind.

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Daisies are bliss.

She said "Hello Mister, pleased to meet you"

I want to hold her, I want to kiss her

She smelled of daisies, she smelled of daisies.

...

Be my lover, my lady river

Can I take you, take you higher?

-'Big Jet Plane', Angus & Julia Stone.

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I wept and wept again.

"I was a poor, helpless, miserable wretch; I knew, and could distinguish, nothing; but feeling pain invade me on all sides, I sat down and wept."- Frankenstein's Creature from Mary Shelley's 'Frankenstein'.

Tim Walker photograph.

Where art thou squire?

via Lelove.

Swizzle.

If only I could ollie.

This afternoon after reading through copious amounts of information for legal studies, I put my helmet on and went into my backyard to attempt an ollie. For some unknown reason the backyard smelt way too sweet. I returned to my bedroom after a short time with a head ache and disappointment. I had failed what I had set out to do, which is to be expected the first few times, but I wanted to shine like some sort of rarity.

Needless to say I didn't. So I tubed it (YouTube). Tony Hawk and a nice man that I cannot remember the name of proceeded to show me neat tricks. These two nice fellows also talked about braking your tale etc. I love my board too much. How will I ever put that beautiful piece of glory in danger? I do not know.

TeenVogue image.

Spoons.

The winter gets cold here. Tonight feels especially cold, however I know this is only a warning for things to come. I wish Pernel was here to spoon with me until I fall asleep. I might even get my hot-water bottle out.

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Hairy tales.

Yesterday at roughly eleven pm my darling Pernel Sanders (also known as Lella) gave me a gift. The hand-madeish looking book by Mechelle b. was all together lovely. Mechelle b. has created something delightful.

Photos by Anooke.

Mr Mayer.

Last night Zee, Be, Lella and I ventured forth to see John Mayer live in concert. It was absolutely marvellous. I wanted to smile a lot. I wanted to sit in that uncomfortable seat all night. I even thought about crying it was so beautiful. I loved how his knees wobbled to the tunes dorkily and how his navy suit looked like a jump-suit at first.

Orpheus melted the heart of Persephone.

... but I never had yours.

Don't look back all you'll ever get is the dust from the steps before.

I don't have to see you everyday, but I just want to know you're there.

-She & Him, Don't Look Back.

She & Him have something special. They make me feel nostalgic and warm, like they are from a different time. They are like the modern day Carpenters, and boy that's good!

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Arteries and cocoa.

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Hello darkness, my old friend.

For the month of May I am going to attempt to turn my portable telephone off for at least the weekdays. It will be a feet but I am going to try.

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