I smell like smoke. Fires are smelly.
I was flicking through channels today on Liam's tv, and we ended up watching this Surfing comp - clearly because nothing else was on. Anyway, not only was it about surfers, it was also an arts thing. And there was a photographer who had selected his favourite pieces and hung them up in this building, and oh.my.goodness. I loved them.
I now have $85 to put towards my camera. I'M GETTING CLOSER.
School tomorrow. I hope it's been burnt down.
Not in a great mood. Not in a bad mood. I don't know, its strange.
I feel like brushing my teeth.
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble 'cause anythings better than posh isolation.
- GEORGIA REES.
- I love art that doesn't make any sense. I love the trees on my street and how they flower for about two weeks before they all fall off. I love being creative, no matter how disastrous it becomes. I love summer evenings when the light has gone orange. I love mitchell davis for turning my bad moods into good ones. I love my blind shut and my shoelaces undone.
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