Just another twenty-something's musings on life, occasional rants and phone photos, and copius fashion/scenic/food/quote reblogs.

Formerly just-a-little-black-rain-cloud.

 

The reaction that I have to hearing my own recorded voice doesn’t seem to apply if I’m not speaking in English. It seems I sound sufficiently like a different person that the “What? I sound like that!?” thing doesn’t register in my brain.

Interesting. (Says the girl recording herself talking about a picture of her mother while drinking cider alone in her room on a Wednesday night.)

Being content is a recurring Sunday night battle. 

Drinking tea, listening to Triple J and researching for a presentation on forced migration. 

If we’re only ever looking back,
We will drive ourselves insane;
As the friendship goes resentment grows,
We will walk our different ways.

Bad Blood, Bastille

When I see you again, and I’m greeted as a friend, it is understood that we did all we could.

oh also on my way home i went op shopping and got four things for $18. op shopping is my favourite thing. 

took a barista shift at the last minute today after what felt like a big break from coffee making. it was actually really nice to be back behind the machine and feel the muscle memory kick in :)

Thinking about doing a Masters in Community Development. It feels like a positive kind of direction to take.

really hoping i don’t get any more job rejections today. it’s so depressing when they all come at once.