3. wear clothing in which I should not be able to tell if you’re wearing undies or not
4. don’t remove your teeth in public.
have some dignity.
DEAR SOCIALLY INEPT INHABITANTS OF GOSNELLS;
SERIOUSLY? I have to start these ranty rants again?
You cannot figure out for yourself that if you’re pregnant it’s not a good idea to wear short shorts and a shirt made out of like knitted diamond shaped holes. I CAN SEE EVERYTHING. I DON’T CARE THAT YOU’RE WEARING A BLACK BRA.
“Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80’s movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80’s movie.”—Easy A (via julziez)
All those days, watching from the window
All those years, outside looking in
All that time, never even knowing just how blind I've been
Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight
Now I'm here, suddenly I see
Standing here, it's all so clear
I'm where I'm meant to be
And at last I see the light
And it's like the fog has lifted
And at last I see the light
And it's like the sky is new
And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything looks different
Now that I see you
Dear ________, I ____ you. You have (a) nice _________ You make my/me_______ You are a _________ You should _______ Someday I will ______ You + me = ________ If I saw you on the street I’d __________ I want to ________ you I would build a _______ just for you If I could sing you any song it would be _________. We should __________ under the stars My favorite thing about you is your _____
Waiting at the Gozzy train station a few thoughts occurred to me.
The whirring of an evaporative air-conditioner on the side of a house caught my attention and an image flashed through my brain; a tube, leading through the wall of a small appartment, a fan turning slowly. A room, destoryed with the humidity of the summer heat. White walls, white sheets, grey carpets. A few rotting bodies, cooking in the heat on the bed, unaffeced by the slowed air-conditioner.
Could this scene be from an upper class suburb or would you more likely find it in a notoriously unsafe town? If you were to walk into any house in Gosnells, what might you find? Because I know that if you walked into my house you might find a family, maybe like your own but probably very different, they may be making a meal, they may be playing monopoly, they are not drug addicts and killers and whores. But maybe, if you walked into my neighbours house, you might discover a draw full of pills, a cupboard full of weapons, a pillow filled with cash.
Don’t blame the places that someone chooses to live, blame the people who earned that place the reputation.
I don’t really know why I started thinking about that (other then sudden image of the dead bodies; which agian, can’t really be explained), but it’s true, you can make all the jokes you want about where I’m from, but I’ll never be the person you’re describing.
Like the other night, I dreamed that my best friend legitimately hated me. And then I went to my other friend to feel a little love, and he ignored me because he was playing xBox and having the carpet removed from his caravan.
I mean what?
Then last night, I dreamed I could colour things in with my mind. So I coloured my house some awesome colours. Then I got locked in the toilet. And then I made a cake appear on Mum’s face.