Perhaps the most terrifying thing about a writer’s death is that they will never write new words. But their legacy will always remain, threaded through each line, each page, each profound and touching idea that found its way to print.
"The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love."
Rest in peace, Gabriel García Márquez. May the sublime beauty of your words live on.
8:04 pm • 24 April 2014 • 3 notes
Spent yesterday with my favourite human being, perusing all the changes in our primary school. It’s a weird kind of inertia, revisiting a place we spent 7 years of our lives in.
Seeing just how much has changed is also unsettling. I feel like everything should still be exactly the same as it was 8 years ago, because that’s the backdrop I see in my memories.
8:52 pm • 22 April 2014 • 5 notes
The Harbour Bridge & Opera House.
I love cities that are framed by bodies of water.
9:18 pm • 20 April 2014 • 4 notes
Anonymous asked: Hi! How do you think your language/writing/english got so good? You know so many words and you can can express yourself so beautifully. Did you just read a lot or note down new words etc?
My writing really isn’t that great, but thank you!!
It sounds obvious but the two things that have really helped me the most have been reading and writing. Doing Literature as a subject in high school really taught me to read with meaning and to appreciate the intricacies of language. I don’t write that often, but I’d definitely recommend it if you want to improve. Even just journaling or having a space where you’re consistently churning out words would be helpful.
9:00 pm • 19 April 2014 • 1 note
“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty…One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass, since she’s the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
7:59 pm • 19 April 2014 • 4 notes
It’s Easter, and today I’ve been trying to make GREAT Friday happen, instead of Good Friday, mostly because I have an irrational hatred of the word “good.”
Spent an hour this morning playing with my watercolours for the second time, and came up with this. I used Kiko Mizuhara’s beautiful face as a reference, but ended up impulsively distorting everything, so she’s essentially unrecognizable. I worked with a palette of blue, red, purple, black and a barely-discernible splash of yellow.
For a first attempt at something in this vein, I’m pretty happy with the result.
8:30 pm • 18 April 2014 • 14 notes
Anonymous asked: Hi there! Can I ask what your Communications course at RMIT is like? Like, what you're studying, how its different to the other Comms courses etc. I'm considering majoring in Media and Communications, so y'know - the 411 and hot gossip (and advice) would be coool. And what drove you to pursuing Communications in general? Sorry if this sounds a bit intrusive.
Hi lovely! Basically my course touches a LOT of different fields - advertising, PR, journalism & media, and because of this, I often feel like I’m not learning anything. It’s not theory-heavy at all, it’s just dipping your feet into different waters, which for some people is great, and for others this might not be preferable. The course itself isn’t much work (barely any) - we have no exams, only assessments.
I think the thing about wanting to work in comms is that you really have to learn on the job, and you have to be able to be extremely self-motivated if you want to succeed. The degree is nice to have (some consider it imperative if you want to find a job nowadays), and you learn a few things, but ultimately, you have to look for opportunities and capitalize on them.
I wanted to do comms because it’s a field that lets you delve into such a diverse range of companies and brands - it’s so ubiquitous, so you get that variety. I love writing and getting the opportunity to be creative, so that’s perfect. Hope this helped somewhat :)
9:58 pm • 16 April 2014
Animals at the Adelaide Zoo.
I’ve never seen so many animals so sexually active in such a small space.
8:30 pm • 15 April 2014 • 3 notes
“my bed is cold without you.”
— six word story
10:39 pm • 14 April 2014 • 8 notes
The quintessential tourist-in-Melbourne shot.
9:01 pm • 14 April 2014 • 15 notes
My slowly-accumulating collection of Penguin Classics.
Lolita by Vladmir Nabakov
Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
High Fidelity by Nick Hornby
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Márquez
8:01 pm • 14 April 2014 • 141 notes
Sunday morning workspace.
I bought these watercolours when I was in Year 7 and used them a grand total of one time (great purchase, am I right). I’ve always shied away from painting, whether it’s with oils or acrylics or watercolours. I’ve always felt the most secure with pencils.
The other night, I was cleaning my old bedroom and ended up digging these watercolours from the recesses of storage, and resolved to actually make use of my $12 purchase (yes, I still remember how much they were).
So I whipped them out this morning, along with four malting brushes that I’m pretty sure I stole from the Grade Six art room (my 12-year-old self was a criminal) and got to work.
It’s jarring experimenting with a new medium - you’re not sure how it works, how to use it, or how to get the effect you want. But each time you use it, you learn. And this time, I learned that watercolours are an insane amount of fun to work with.
8:30 pm • 13 April 2014 • 49 notes