i whisper to my past do i have another choice.

frozen in the ash scorched eyes i made for you
deafened by the voice of our racing pulse
i was your creation
you were my mourning
nourished in joy and pain
we broke day to the first night
locked into each other's eyes
the stars that meet a beating heart are the lines he follows
the heat of our own bliss
blinded in the moonlight of naked flesh
he is crawling through the valley of my body
to find my breath.

the best way to predict the future is to create it.

one. more. sleep.

alis volat propriis.

what should i do about the wild and tame?

the wild heart that wants to be free,
and the tame heart that wants to come home.
i want to be held. i don't want you to come too close.
i want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights.
i don't want to tell you where i am. i want to keep a
place among the rocks where no-one can find me.
i want to be with you.
- jeanette winterson.

yesterday's best friend country side drives.
northern nsw is truly the great escape.
me: crochet top ~ from bali; skirt ~ supre;
scarf ~ purchased in nimbin along the way.
carla: top ~ general pants; skirt ~ tree of life.

tell the universe what you need.

heading there today.
hopefully there's some babes like this still hanging around.
that's what i need.
may the universe deliver.

promise to post some inspo + proper photos soon.

people don't wanna think no more, they just wanna feel.

pharrell williams' ridick pool.
hot n fun!
image via the selby.

hey, good morning, we watched the sun come up.

"and, like, sunset.
i think people ponder a lot of ideas at
sunset. it's the end of the day, when you sort
of reflect on the moments you had. it's the end
of something, and then, you know, sunrise
is the beginning of something."
- erin wasson.

photos by me this past weekend
watching the sunrise from the rooftop
of our apartment at bribie island.

i think it was the acid; it made me fall in love with the earth and not wear shoes.

a mid-week breath of fresh air.
top ~ mink pink & skirt ~ tree of life.