January 2012
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retirement
I’m shutting up shop. Melbournegirl Tumblr shop, that is. As much as I adore using this journal as my outlet for ranting, venting and posting other inane garbage, I don’t dig direct/indirect threats to my personal safety. That’s why I’m shutting up shop.
A person has the right to live a quiet peaceful life and be able to relax in their own home. A person who wears a pair...
Stating the not so obvious
I hate how we’ve drifted apart.
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what's your problem?
When in doubt, you sometimes have to dig that snot out by…..picking your nose.
If you say that you have never once in your adult life shoved a finger up your nostril and had a little dig, you’re a liar.
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haterade now comes in a 24/7 formula?
your obsession with serving up the misery flavoured haterade is flattering. keep on wasting your energy, y0! i’ll still be here, quietly getting on with my life.
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laughter and music - truly medicinal
laughing to cure my pain.
listening to tunes that make me smile.
keeping my awesome huge plans private (for now).
…and you sir, are NOT James Bond with a baby monitor.
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something something social media
back on twitter after wrestling with both my conscience and my wi-fi. add my sorry arse, unfollow my sorry arse…rahblarghblarghblargh
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i messed up and i'm still here
i tried to fade away on monday night because everything became too much. got caught in what was apparently “the nick of time” and was carted off to hospital. wondering why i stuck around, it seems easier to let the evil cunts win. you;d think that at their age, they’d outgrow their bullying ways. death threats are now the “mature person’s” form of high school...
“When you’re depressed your self esteem is at absolute zero. To stand up from the...”
– Stephen Fry (via areyouhighenough)
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radio helplessness
dear twitter/tumblr/Instagram/fb friends,
apart from my mother, my bestie/partner in the uk and my cat, I really don’t have anyone else to turn to. asking for help at the best of times isn’t something I do. Call it “stubbornness” or “pride” or a bit of both.
I’m in trouble. Not “pop an Elastoplast it and harden up” trouble. This is...
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December 2011
19 posts
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make it stop, it hurts
when the terror’s unbearable.
when sleeping at night is impossible.
when the fear of losing everything near and dear to you kicks in.
when the threats of them setting your house on fire feels real.
when loud talk over the fence makes it worse.
when the sound of fireworks makes you want to hide in a wardrobe.
when the tears won’t stop falling.
when the police probably won’t...
Batteries for eyes, calculator for a mouth and a metronome for a heart. Tin cans for ears and hubcaps for breasts. Forever to be unloved.
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muse-li
tainted/tarnished/stolen goods. you wouldn’t let your grubby paws touch them. morals and ethics at state. he’s probably got a girl (and a gun and a licence to get raucous). he’s like that 1998 bottle of cab sav that’s locked away in the _special_ display case at the local daniel murphy’s liquor emporium.
a gentle note to one’s self.
NO TOUCHY, CUNTY!!
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cure my insom-nom-nom-nia →
ask me anything. please.
Anonymous asked: Hi Melbgirl. Love your photos. Do you use any apps to edit them on your phone?
Anonymous asked: Why don't you go to twitter meetups anymore?
Anonymous asked: How was ur weekend?
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November 2011
28 posts
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insomnia powered guff vol 1
when i get drunk, my vision becomes fuzzy. in my head, i’m busy constructing towers, bridges and walls block by block. i once built a huge wall which spanned the entire length of birrarung marr. i also nearly got done for being drunk and disorderly due to the fact that i was bumping into people who wanted to knock down my wall.
i wish i could capture all the happy moments in my head at...
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in soviet russia, tumblr post writes you
can’t clown, sleep will eat me. insomnia reigns supreme. fleeting thoughts of twitter pals who don’t talk to me anymore. fleeting thoughts of old pals from abroad who don’t text me anymore. fleeting thoughts of loneliness and suicide.
alone in the dark. can’t sleep. hurt. hurting. alone.
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lips, tits, shits and giggles
downing whiskey on the rocks and hello “land of the tipsy”. relying on iPhone autocorrect to get me through tonight. busto in poker and busto in other parts of life. where can i find someone to bitch with about how…….how life is like plastic, it smells kind of funny, you really shouldn’t chew it because it’ll ruin your teeth. you could grind it up and snort it...
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thank you
thanks for all the questions so far, keep them coming.
blackbrooks asked: i'm thinking about school in melbourne... i've been obsessed with australia since i was a freshman... i'm 24 now, school has been a struggle for me, but i'm sort of convinced getting to live out my dream in australia will make a difference... i'm an american.... i'm not sure what my question is... i'm an artist... visual, performing, etc. blah blah... any...
Anonymous asked: Talked to headphone boy yet?
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ask me anything →
- the nights are so long and empty…
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empathyapathy
you clearly didn’t want to be there. it’s all a bit of a drag. you’re painting by numbers. reciting procedures from a photocopied handout. satisfactory/needs improvement. kilo papa india. pass/fail.
i’ve been working the sales circuit for much longer than you care to think. customer service? people are putty in my paws. a butterfly one minute, a bulldog the next.
i...
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you say, i say, heresay
you say that i’ve wasted the last six years of my life working in a call centre. i say that it’s all in the name of research for the book i’m writing.
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upfield line headphoneboy
i’ve noticed you around. nearly always the same train carriage. always the same bumblebee headphones and probably the same hipster music that leaks from them.
who knows, you might’ve noticed me, awkwardly sauntering down the train carriage, trying not to trip over my shoelaces as i try to find a seat on the train. if i’ve ever accidentally bumped you with my backpack,...