Normality.

I’m not the first to say that being normal is boring. Because it genuinely is. Being normal is the exact equivalent of being boring. Sometimes I look up and around me and instead of seeing people I see these vapid, boring, human-sized cardboard cutouts of people, with nothing to say that isn’t copy-paste from previous […]

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Not-Quite-Nostalgia.

It’s funny how people find music that is glaringly obviously connected to their personality, or their way of thinking. ( I know I say that matter-of-factly, but truth is I’ve seen it happen with three different people.) I can say so with certainty in terms of what I listen to. Chances are it’s some assortment […]

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friday nights

most people enjoy their friday nights like one would enjoy a great movie. plenty of snacks, people you love and exciting, memorable times. i commonly experience these friday nights. headset on, mouse in hand, excessive sugar and nothing but talking pure shit with my best friends. it’s normally the highlight of my week.   this […]

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Song.

I really wish I could write music as well as I listen to it. I will spend hours on end listening to a certain playlist, album, artist or song that reflects how I’m feeling at a certain time (granted that yes, that feeling is generally depressive.) But I just wish that I could focus that […]

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I Don’t Know Why.

I don’t know why, but I feel like shit. I’m fairly certain that exam stress as well as my cripplingly overstated depression and my ache-y break-y cupcake-y heart have something to do with my shit quota, but at the same time I actively recognize those things as problems and continue to feel unease at the […]

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Capital Vices.

Not too long ago I was walking around in the center of Melbourne when I was approached by a seemingly polite older gentleman who asked if I’d “pursuited the word of the lord” (or something equally as damning) to which I replied: “No, nor do I plan to.” (or something equally as dismissive) That night […]

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Tired.

I’m always exhausted. 24/7. Is it a side-effect of my constant 3:00 AM internet escapades? Probably. But! I consider my sleepy self to be an essential part of who I am. It is who I am. It’s a defining feature of my character.     But I’m not just tired in the conventional sense. I’m tired of […]

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Mind.

“The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma” – Patrick Star In a way, I resonate with my good friend Patrick Star. My train of thought never stops. There are no stations, no crossings or anything. Once you’re on, you can’t hop off and worst of all: You’ve tapped on your Myki and there’s […]

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Fictional Masquerades.

I find myself wanting to be other people a lot. And not as in I’m jealous of my peers, as a matter of fact that comes into play differently. No, I prefer to make up characters in my head and put them in scenarios with my peers. Such as school, parties and other social performances. […]

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