No lifeLove school, and being in year 12.
~eatyouroates
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Winter in MelbourneThe winter was dry, parched and thirsty There was no morning dew In the dark morning, not bright but early The tired birds’ chirps were new The scent of rain was in the air As I stood by the window sill Outside the clouds ensconced the now barely midnight blue Lo and behold, the clouds opened up As though a rusty shutter Down at first, it came, a soft, eerie pitter-patter Thirsty ground gulped it up Far too hard to stop Along with birds, I cried for a moment Standing, liquefied, embracing the torrent.Winter in Melbourne
by ~eatyouroates
BuriedIt is in iridescent moonlight that we Reveal our deepest secretsBuried
For the silhouette of a bat and its Shrieking squeak cause only but the worst.
We need fear not, for the
Dogs among the brimstone can Rouse the happiest memories The very ones we bury in the crevasse of our minds.
If we, the inconsistent contributors, fail to
Cease A myriad of pitter-patter will ring and echo along the
March for the race up the stairs.
by ~eatyouroates
Thea AstleyThe wrinkled (and stiffly stained) serviette I pulled out of my jacket on this, an untypical wet, Antarctic-like evening, reminded me of the unfathomable week, in which I coincidentally and continuously encountered a somewhat interesting pair of humanoids.Thea Astley
Her booming voice engulfs the whole of the swirling smog-filled dining room. A torrential pitter-patter of tears provides a beat for the generic jazz soundtrack, which politely eases itself into every single conversation taking place at every dinner table over candles and unnecessary gladioli arrangements. Boomer slams her hands down on the table, eventuating in an amalg
by ~eatyouroates
Favourites
Not in Harry Potter: DHQuotes/ words that should be in Harry Potter but Aren’t:Not in Harry Potter: DH
- “Geez, Voldemort, stop acting so gay!”
- Fabulous
- “Bellatrix, stop groping me. Just…just…go stand over there.”
- “Tell me Lucius, who’s the prettiest ballerina of them all?” Voldemort gave a cold smile at the clearly horrified man.
- “Sooo, what’s REALLY going on between his lordship and that snake, hmm?”
-“Wait a minute,” Harry said. “You want me to put this Snitch where now?”
- “What we ne
by ~mayleaf
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- Current Residence: Melbourne
- Favourite movie: Parenthood
- Favourite band or musician: The Walkmen, Rilo Kiley, The Good Life, Adam Green, etc.
- Favourite artist: Henri Matisse is my homeboy.
- Favourite poet or writer: Robert Frost, Franz Kafka
- Favourite photographer: William Eggleston, Ryan McGinley
- Favourite cartoon character: Gil from The Simpsons
- Tools of the Trade: My imagination is a godsend.
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