bluebird & bear

lovely jeff left on wednesday, which was sad and kind of sobering. it feels like i’ve been on a high this past month, with the end of uni and organising the exhibition, living at pitt st and only sleeping a few hours each night, so him not being here is like a little jolt back to reality. i hate goodbyes. why do i seem to make friends with the people who are going away?

things have been happening really fast, i have to do a double take to notice all the changes going on around me.





grown pretty fond of those boys, they’re beautiful and make me happy.

this new found freedom from uni is restricting and claustrophobic. now i’m looking at all the people and responsibilities i’ve been neglecting over the past few months and feeling guilty about something i couldn’t really control. on the upside i’ve been sleeping so deeply these past few days that i haven’t even been dreaming, just closing my eyes at night and opening them again in the morning with nothing in between. it’s like some weird time displacement, like i’m skipping 10 hours with every blink.



i’m just waiting for normality to creep back into my life and settle down like dust over everything i do so that the days feel like my own again.