HEYYY
I have managed to sustain a lump and an odd looking bruise from getting a blood test today. Lets hope this doesn’t happen every month.
I don’t particularly want to look like some sort of junkie, I already take a copious amount of pills so people who are around me at eating time find me questionable…
hahaha, oh man. Almost exactly one year after this photo, here I am again. In exactly the same top. Viva la grey jumper!
My mother
Is a music teacher, piano teacher, and a professional musician.
She is going down the coast this afternoon to do a show tonight, so I printed that poem, folded it in half, wrote “Love you, mum” on the back, and tucked it into her invoice book which she will only find once she’s down there.
I’ve learned so much from her, and I could only ever hope to be half the woman she is.
Freckles are okay—when they’re cute. These are just lame. Constant make up application (see: nearly every other photo of me I have ever posted). I shall never go into the sun again.
The amount of drafts and private posts I have made over time is beginning to grow quite large. I have, without realising it, been using tumblr as a proper diary of sorts.
Thank you Tumblr, for these options :)
New dresses from Mazi (which, by the way is one of the most gorgeous boutiques I have ever been inside. I was in love the minute I walked through the door!)
Fuck ME this has been a great weekend!
Melbourne. Amazing apartment. Formula One. Getting let into cordoned off places because I seemed to be pretty much the only single girl there…and looked good (what’s the point in denying it?). Meeting my cousins majorly cute and nice/funny/smart mate. Good food. Jenson Button winning. Jenson Button paraphernalia. Webber fourth and Ricciardo NINTH! FA-18’s doing barrel rolls after screaming at them to do so. Pear Cider…everywhere.
