a little bunch of flowers from the garden and all tied together with a rubber band.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
saltwater
it's strange to have your salty tears wetting my cheek and stinging my skin. what does it mean to expose the back of a tapestry? to let the curtain rise before all is ready or to let the curtain fall just a little too late? to let the guts of you spill and bleed into me. this sadness. it is mine whenever it is yours.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday lunch and the longest drink in town
lyall bay on a sunny day and a hunt for the elusive red burger van.
we found it!
dining on mint choc shakes and burgers filled with beef and hash browns..... oh my! and wedges with homemade tomato sauce. i love mint and chocolate in everything. 'the longest drink in town' shakes always make me think of my mum but i can't remember why. oh and the beetroot... so good.
Sunday, November 06, 2011
page one hundred and twenty seven
'So you do love me, little thing?' he murmured.
from A Room with a View by E.M. Forster
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)