Just Went And Had A Late Afternoon Tea At A French Crepe Cafe! I Had A Stewed Rhubarb, Coconut Ice Cream

4/6/19

Today i walked home and i saw the sun shining through the autumn leaves-ephemeral and godly. I stood there, amongst the leaves and a feeling of calamity washed over me. I feel like everything will be okay.

Things that made my day a better 28/5/19

-finding the dark chocolate digestives

-mist in the morning

-circles of leaves and sculptures blowing in the wind

-blueberry and chocolate cake

-mixing tea and hot chocolate (tastes wonderful!)

-the wind outside tonight

-little jars and bottles

-being in the 3rd group in a group of 3, doing 3 tasks

An adult?

Soundtrack: Of once and future kings - Pavlov’s Dog

Coming back to this because i’d love a place to write now i’ve finished school. 

I keep falling in love with everyone i meet, it feels like my heart is endless.

Last night i went with my family to this little italian restaurant in Brunswick. It had these amazing metal doors, lots of flickering candles and fairy lights. An Italian man was on this little stage playing the guitar, it was so angelic. We ate dinner and then it began to pour with rain but we were cosy with all the candles💕💕💕

“Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.”

Oops i meant to post this on this blog in the first place

Stills from the documentary on Andy Goldsworthy ‘Rivers and Tides’

“people also leave presence in a place even when they are no longer there”

I love him so much 

“We often forget that WE ARE NATURE. Nature is not something separate from us. So when we say that we have lost our connection to nature, we’ve lost our connection to ourselves.”

—

Sculptor/photographer Andy Goldsworthy

trying to write a song

I don’t think i’m able to talk to anyone new without saying some fucked up shit

about how my dad died when i was little or which murderer i hate less

on new years day i threw up in a macdonalds parking lot

while a guy smoked a cig in lime green shorts and stared at me a lot 

There’s something eerily beautiful about Goldsworthy’s snow and ice sculptures… I can’t quite put my finger on it (just as well, as I imagine it’d get very cold). There’s a quiet serenity about them that I simply love, and have loved for many years. I’d imagine that stumbling across one of them would be like walking into a snippet of space that had bled through from another world. It is not out of place, yet it is clearly there by purpose. It's wondrous but at the same time, a little somber… None of these marvels exist anymore, having succumb to the ravages of the sun and wind, and the relentless march of time, as all things shall…