I can't manage protests at the moment and am sometimes frightened by the tone of discourse, but I hope my respect is evident, 'cause it's unyielding. I resist quietly; I stayed in, and online fought a nazi with my bare mind.
For yesterday, taken today on Wurundjeri land (always will be).
pushing the kitsch boundaries, the other day
such sweet drizzle, yesterdee evening
no, we are busy, we are fight-cuddling
oh I'm not sure if I exist today but if I post a thing into the world then I must, I definitely must, so here is fluffy clematis aristata (I think?), which proves I am here in a physical form and also helps make baby birds comfy in their nests
Put some filter on this and it turned into a Juergen shot so I erased it, what is the point of making things if they are not yours, I dunno.
I spoke to someone pretty good today too and that was good, pretty good.
plant sleeve / river
start of a poem from end of a year - -
Cried so much I stained my top
It's not silk I bought it at Big W
but salt marks it similarly
I matched my affect to my story
These things are supposed to go together
we climbed it. have a nice year sweet things.
oh god is Festive Week nearly over this be the hardest part of the whole year, the whole year. Worked so hard but deteriorating to hiding out in darkened chambers of cinemas and cathedrals terrified and dissociating so hard I have no idea what Pitt and Cotillard got up to, but I know that I love her
Walking around in the drizzle today looking at plants thinking about Leonard Cohen. That Jesus verse in 'Suzanne', imagine writing that. I am a few musicians behind, but simple or immediate reactions aren't thematic here anyway. I'm not sad, either, but have that hurt-chest feeling you get when overwhelmed by a human's loveliness.
this one belongs with the previous post. brief acacia, brief beach.
you can love a kid a whole lot huh
laundromat blues (and pinks, heh heh)
masterpiece of a collaboration, Stella, Isla & Emily. The river is diverting around the bat's hollow, and the tree is growing crooked in the wind, and aunty definitely did not offer direction or guidance 😌👏🏼
a sweet cluster hand-reared from division / seed / cutting / keiki 🌱
I will tolerate Christmas when it comes in gold and violet