At the weekend, my boyfriend and i took a little mini-holiday away from the harsh realities of melbourne across the ocean to hobart, tasmania. This was my first time being there, and i must say, i want to buy a house and move there this instant! Basically, hobart is a beautifully preserved old town. I could wonder around the CBD for hours and be content.

We drove to the top of a mountain and ambled around in a cloud, we dined on delicious cheeses and breads, we stayed in an art hotel, we got lost in Mona art gallary, and drank fine wines. I have to admit, our relationship is very heavily based on food.

Back to reality now, but the holiday was well needed, i'm feeling much more refreshed now. Especially when thinking the next time i'll be at melbourne airport is in less than three months, off on a solo journey to europe. I cannot wait!

I've always thought i would get into writing, you know, as a career. But these days i fear i've got nothing left to write about. It doesn't feel like i'm just going through a writers block, it seems everything i write is nothing special to me. I've taken a liking to my new camera, and i cannot wait to make a movie with it. Maybe in life you continue to grow, and i'm growing out of writing, and into film.

The weather is really starting to show a glimpse of spring. The birds are out calling out to their mates and believe it or not, the sun is shinning and warming our pale skins. It's a nice change from the rain and seeing ones breath in the air. And what better way to celebrate the beginning of a new season than with cider? I can't think of one.

August through images.

It started with a new camera, making pasta, carpeting my room, a horrible week which included my dog having surgery. 

The fierce ocean screams to me, it begs me to feel its piercing cold, and allow it to caress my soft shivering body. Loneliness feels obsolete, as the ocean cries, I can hear it whisper my name. I give in to the calls, and become engulfed in my own demise. Suffocating from this dream-like state, it becomes obvious this is what i always wanted, yet never could find. The cold surrounds my body, and i no longer feel pain, yet a sensation of freedom rushes over my pale skin, as i take my last gulp of delicate air.

The world seems so small when viewed from above, and everything seems rather close together. I wonder if a tall person would view the world differently than a short person. I will never know though.

How sad. I believe i was born in the wrong era.

Dreams of being something more than you already are.

Constantly surrounded, crowded, overflowing. I seek refuge, my bed is my savior. The calming shades of white, and grey. The familiar smells. My bed is where i dream of unknown lands, and unachievable opportunities. I dream i can fly, i can speak every language, there is no need for a career, or to own my own car. The weight of the heavy doona against my warm body sends me into a complacent slumber, where i can dream up stories of exotic lands. When i wake, i am aware it is absurd living within my conscience mind forever, and i begin my day.

Crystal Castles - Pap Smear.

It's getting colder. The rain begins to fall, and the air feels like ice against our soft cheeks. Life becomes slow paced, and the warmth of beds is comforting. Warm tea soothes our wind grazed throats. Our boots stop our feet from getting wet. And that rare moment of sunshine between rainfall, casts a beautiful rainbow across our landscape, and we realise we are happy.

The sounds of the pitter patter against the window. The wheezing of the trains engine. I stare at the patterns the rain creates as it glides down the windows cold glass. The sun barely shines through cracks in the clouds, and warms our skins pale tone. The sound of a women talking to a loved one on her phone, her voice soft yet passionate. The sound of pages being turned while the reader is immersed in the story the may miss their stop. As the crowd parts i see you. Soft and delicate, you stand handsome. You smile a charming smile as our eyes meet. The train picks up the pace and the engine sounds strong and willful as it creeps into my station. I brush past the crowd and loose you again. We walk home bumping shoulders underneath your yellow umbrella.

Some polaroids of easter. Boyfriend made bread from scratch the old school way, was pretty impressive. The m&m rainbow was done by my brothers and i out of pure boredom - it cured it. :)

Life gets so busy with university, homework, and part-time work, it's difficult to find the time for loved ones. Last night i spent the night at my best friends house, with a bottle of wine, and the movie up. Her kitty is so damn cute!

The chill from the winters air is like pins-and-needles when pulled briskly down my throat. Awoken by the loud patter of heavy rain against the tin roof, nothing can be heard over that crackling sound. I pull the heavy doona cover up to my neck as i roll over onto my back. Staring into nothingness, the dark night suffocates me. I shut my eyes tight, but it's the same image as before -- black. It's as though i don't belong, i do not exist, the world around me has collapsed and i am here under my doona, in my bed, beneath a roof which holds me from the bellowing rain outside. And that is all. Existence is nothingness, and nothingness is existence. There is no escape but accepting defeat. I slip back to sleep and wait for my next awake.