My last post was pretty descriptive and dark in parts. Life was dark, and it felt like I was trapped in a tunnel without any idea how to find my way out. I was suffocating myself; isolating with wine and wondering why I wasn't getting any better. Each time I thought I had reached the … Continue reading I’m Beta!
The thing about having constant internal battles is that is comes with extra shit, like lot's of sick leave, confused friends and weight gain/loss. After making an impressive dent in the couch with my cat by my side, I decided it was time I try going to work. Halfway through the morning, my mother texted, … Continue reading Hard Rubbish
I folded three twenty-dollar notes and zipped them into my track pants; beginning the dress-down role I was planning to take on. Each of my silver rings I squeezed off my sweaty fingers and chucked them next to the sink. Next I took out some black eye shadow and rubbed it carelessly over my lids … Continue reading The Night I Tried To Buy Dope
Three years after beginning my journey on dating apps, fuck-boi behaviour still slips through, parading as a ‘sex-posi dude who is interested in feminism and indoor plants'. I know. That’s like three red flags I missed. “Did you know that the deadliest spiders are actually those that live underground, like the funnel web?” Isaac awkwardly … Continue reading Bumble and the Faux-Feminist Brigade
Dreams hold me hostage In the morning... I fail to rise like a stubborn loaf, a lazy thoughtful oaf Under subconsciousness White sheet Comatose Semi-conscious Sweaty bed hair mess
Like agent, or Citrus. Or that show with the female prisoners. Like a place in New South Wales or Jamaica, Orange Bay.
Croajingolong National Park, Easter (2017) and Buandik Campground at Grampians National Park, Invasion Day (2017).