Cutie on the balcony.
A six year old me jumping a spotty horse called Spotty. Taught me how to hold on for dear life, the little rodeo king.
Picked up this gorgeous 80’s playsuit from a closing down vintage shop in freo. Totally in love.
I can feel a relapse coming on…
It would have been two years today. I was so I love with you. And you couldn’t handle me at my worst. Or my pretend worst. I had to hide so much and it hurt so much. But then I left. And things got worse. But then things got better. And now my life is bearable. More than bearable. but I don’t want the last few months we had together tarnish what we had. What we had was special. And what we both needed at the time. But we both grew. And we both needed to learn how to be apart from each other. And you needed how to be alone. Thank you for help me learn to trust and laugh and love. You were so very special to me. I hope Melbourne has treated you well. With love. Xx
This photo set is a formal fuck you to anyone who says wearing vertical stripes is “unflattering” on chubby bunnies
I’m more worried about the furry animal in her armpit
The moon on the way to work this morning
Crappy photo from the phone of Kynan fire twirling a staff last night.
I was super sad and then I found a snail. And he made me super happy. #lifesaver
Anyone can have avocado on rye and tea for breakfast. But not everyone gets to sit on the balcony of their new apartment listening to the red hot chili peppers and white stripes using the toaster that their mum bought them to toast the rye and the avocado that she bought si I wouldn’t starve. My mum is great. You go mumma