Irrellievancy

I am reading The Great Ghastly at the moment.

These books have been like comfort food to me lately. Makes me want to go get loose in San Francisco. On a more serious note, I want to write books like this about Brisbane. I’ll even base a character on you.

theoceanandthesky:

awritersruminations:

dinkenesh:

unicornology:

jesusplayingolf: (via mrgolightly)

Also interchangeable with “in front of the computer.”

(via lanipauli)

I haven’t updated mine for a while (except for just then), but my profile is here.

I’d love some recommendations too. I tend to like anything with bizarre or possibly insane characters.

Trufax.

Big plastic sunglasses.

Working with Rosa and Mee-na. In which we talk about relationships, sex and perve on hot customers.

Perving on everybody. Boys, girls, it doesn’t matter - aesthetics are aesthetics.

When Rosa sends me videos relating to cats or Trolololololol or BOTH

Polka dots and stripes.

Picking people’s brains. Learning new things. Being inspired by something different. Figuring someone out.

Singing. In the car. In the house by myself. At work. Sometimes with sassy, extravagant dance moves and poses.

Feeding my housemate’s guinea pigs. Sometimes I save the leftover lettuce from the fruit shop and bring it home to them. Watching a bunch of guinea pigs going “nom nom nom nom” on lettuce is the cutest thing ever.

Many varieties of cute animals: cats, puppies, bunnies (my friend Ash has one, SO JEALOUS) etc.

Spending obscene amounts of money on books.

Watching bad movies and dubbing the dialogue.

Drinking cheap wine and watching DVDs with my dear friend Peter

Terrible jokes containing the following: shit puns, sexual innuendo, political incorrectness and bird sounds

Cute boy in the Valley observing me touching up my makeup at the traffic lights: “You don’t need it.”

Bringing the sass.

Enjoying something bizarre without any context or meaning.

Drinking and dancing in an unattractive manner and having the time of my fucking life.

Love. Not necessarily the mushy romance sort - the feeling you get when you’re with someone and you love every second of the time you spend with them.

The excitement of a new love. The endless kissing, the slow burn that catches your breath, the swooning when they smile at you.

Playing obnoxious, wanky guitar solos

Writing so good that it makes me think, laugh or cry while reading it. Anything that provokes some kind of reaction from me.

Listening to my mp3 player, wandering around the city and pretending my life is a video clip.

Unexpected moments in every day life.

Walking into a bar by myself and instantly feeling comfortable because I know half the people there. Hugging everybody.

Music that fits your mood, mind and reality perfectly at that very moment.

Music from another era.

Playing guitar. I don’t do it enough these days. I want to form a band.

Eyeliner.

Bursts of art everywhere - from quirky street art to poetry on toilet doors.

The smell of fresh basil leaves.

Late night adventures.

Brightly-coloured plastic beads.

When people tell me they enjoy my writing. I worry that everything I write is inane, offensive and stupid. I can’t explain how much it means to me when someone tells me that’s not the case.

Black Books, Arrested Development, The I.T Crowd

Listening to a playlist on my computer entitled “Pretty”, specifically containing all the songs that make me shiver when I listen to them.

~~Being stupid immature irresponsible dangerous~~ Having fun

Laughing. And nothing else.

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