here:
small town. friends. new family. stable job. quiet life. time to do what i want. read books, bike ride to work everyday, shop at the grocers market. boy.
there:
money. glamour. jetsetting. ’once in a lifetime opportunity’.
help?
eating raspberry swirl icecream with the 5 year old in the backyard in the evening sun. his world is a mess but he’s too young to know.
last night the kids parents were downstairs, screaming about a divorce in front of the kids. im in my room and i can hear them, and then i hear footsteps and a knock on my door and its the eight year old. she looks at me and bursts into tears, and says helen they’re so mad, what if they hurt each other. they’re so mad, it hurts my ears. so we hide under her bed and i sing her songs about mermaids to drown out the noise, and we turn that little nook under her bed into a magical underwater palace.
and she tells me she’s not crying its just the ocean water on her face.
“i would sell my soul, for a soul worth keeping”
beautiful sunshine.
riding my bike, riding waterslides with friends, eating chinese at midday, exploring streets i didnt know of, icecream cones, organic vegan grocers, street magicians, early starts, second hand book stores, punting in the evening with friends, sitting for an hour on a street bench listening to a busker, speaking to a homeless man about the beauty of music, eating strawberries by the river, reading at the bus stop, picking wild daffodils, warm baths and coconut oil.
im going to be ok.
she just wanders around, unaffected by,
the winter winds yeah, and she’ll pretend that,
she’s somewhere else, so far and clear,
about two thousand miles, from here.
- j. johnson.
three years ago this month, i was released from hospital for the very first time.
between then and now, i:
returned to school, caught up on the 12 months i missed, and graduated with my friends.
got accepted to uni. deferred uni.
fell in love. had my heart broken. twice over.
held down a steady full time job and finished tafe.
lost a close friend.
moved overseas by myself.
not bad, considering.
everyday is a struggle. every day is hard. but, not so quietly, im very proud of myself. onwards and upwards, baby.
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Langhorne Slim
—Hummingbird
Langhorne Slim | Hummingbird
Raise a glass for the memories
Some take all they can get
When we met you seemed so easy and free
How could anyone settle for anything less?
(Source: the-weight-of-lies, via thatkindofwoman)
“Many people feel small, because they’re small and the universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars.”
