Tagged with sunday

I should be writing

I haven’t written in ages.  I should be writing now.  But it’s such a perfectly peaceful and relaxing day as the rain is falling on the roof, that I ended up spending most of it lazing about at home and on my (new) couch while listening to the sweet, chilled, vibing tunes of The XX, … Continue reading

JT – you’ve done it again

Oh. My. Fucking. Goodness. I am so obsessed with this song right now! I feel bad for my flat mate as I’ve been playing it almost on repeat the past two days. It’s my new go-to happy-go-lucky; mood-boosting; smile-inducing; dancing-around-the-place; warm-and-fuzzy feeling song! Happy Sunday everyone. Peace and Love.

prose for a sunday night

As Sunday night approaches Another weekend comes to a close. I drift off to dreamland The wafting smell of warm spring air coming through the window Mixing with burning incense swirling on the shelf. The sound of birds getting ready to settle for the night And distant traffic flow in and out of earshot Blending … Continue reading

Impatience

Gah! Quick rant. Why are Melbourne (Victorian perhaps?) people so impatient?! Ok, so that’s a generalisation, yes. But since I’ve been here (all of about 4-5 months), I’ve seen way more than my fair share of people run red lights, start making a move before the lights turn green, even to the point where they … Continue reading

A weekend away from the city

So, lately I have been feeling very flat, lonely, anti-social, numb, etc. and I think a lot of it may have to do with living in the city. I’ve never really been a city person, but I just learned to adapt over the years whenever I live there. At the moment I feel like my … Continue reading

Sunday Night Blues

Ahhh…it’s that time of the week again where I feel all kinds of weird feelings. For those people who follow my instagram account at all would be well acquainted with the fact that almost every Sunday night I post a photo that correlates to my #sundaynightblues. Oh god, did I just hashtag on my blog?! … Continue reading