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I was so excited on Friday night. I was finally going to lose my Melbourne Social Life virginity. And I was going to do it with Lauren. Willowy, laughing Lauren that I’ve known all my life and ...
Dear Say Another Lexi, Goodbye letters are always difficult and this is one is no exception. I’m not sure where to begin so I guess I’ll do so by thanking you. Thank you for always being ...
A pea without a pod, I dawdlethrough rose virgin streets, doodlingstick figures of my aspirations, dulynoting the veined way in which I’vealready failed. I wish I could cutthe corners of my bod...
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“What time is it?” “Twenty-five to three.” “Shit, I didn’t realise it was so late.” “It’s not so late. You are so young!” “I’m ...
Sometimes they are truly wonderful. He will ask her if he should drive me to the party and she will say, of course. She will look at my costume and tell me (again) that I should have been a ballerina...
Of sugar sinking in cappuccino foam. Of neon green lampposts against white skies. Or watching muscle flex beneath the skin. Of how, up close, irises look like mushroom undersides. Of words being noth...
“I think shy is boring. I think depressed is too. I think pretty is nice, but I’d rather see something new.” -Ms DiFranco (or should that be Mr DiFranco?) Depression is boring. It&#...
And I wonder if my mother can hear me crying from the room next door. If she notices that I don’t leave my room anymore or that I keep rejecting social invitations. Does she guess that I am soa...
I do not even know where to begin this post. I just turned twenty-seven. I did not celebrate. No one seemed to mind. My life revolves around being depressed/avoiding depression. I no longer e...
It doesn’t feel like the last day of the year. The fact that I am so underwhelmed overwhelms me. New Year’s Eve is just a day with a another name. I think this sums up my 2011. This is th...
It’s like I’m lying down when everyone else is standing up. My hands grope their ankles like ghosts. They trip over me and don’t even realise. I try to read the scrawl of their resp...
MARCH “Yesterday it snowed and I felt as though my heart was filled with little stars. The snowflakes looked like stars too; little ghost stars. When I woke up, all the rooftops were white, and...
There is a little girl that lives in a crystal castle that changes colour with the beat of her heart. When her heart twinkles it turns into a rose and it makes her castle glow pink and lilac and gold...
Her mother grips my hand and gives me a pale smile. “Alexia. You came.” I hug her. Of course I came. “This is Twiggy. Look at that face.” I am shot back a dozen years. I am a ...
Number of boyfriends: 3 My longest relationship was with my first boyfriend. Sad, I know. This is where my great taste in men started! With a boy that smoked a lot of pot and often told me that I did...
It’s true what they say. Often, the hardest thing to do is to keep going. That’s the thing about the Mean Reds. They’re sneaky. First they blind your emotions so that they can invade silently. One da...
I’m sure my eyes are shining as I battle with my tear ducts. A chain of silent shits and fucks tumble out. I am mortified that I might cry. Don’t be this person. Yet, I am this person. I ...
I don’t know what the punchline is to the knock-knock of his feet. I smoke a cigarette, nonchalant in my too big black blazer, imagining the dramatic silhouette of my profile, wondering ...
I’m wearing summer clothes in winter -thin, long skirt, cropped top, tanned skin- with Eiffel-high heels and a black jacket (that’s wack) stolen from my mother. I keep saying, Well, you k...
my hair doesn’t glow gold and my eyelashes aren’t thick enough and my nail polish has chipped and my triceps aren’t tight enough. my thoughts are fuzzy and my skin isn’t clean...
heart-shaped rain from ocean-coloured skies. umbrella pirouettes and puddle hopping. mother’s dresses and sharp scissors. girly giggles and cupcake alliances. mystery cocktails and stiletto-ed ...
I will call him Transformer. This is what I tell my friends. He is a Transformer, and I am Amelie, so I don’t know how this will work. He is chivalrous to the point of insult. I tell him that I...
Today I took a ladybug for a walk. She let me go for a yellow flower. I say good bye to favourite people all the time. It gets easier but it also gets harder. I know I am getting colder because my wo...
go to bed with the goji god. nine percent of fatigue burnt. learnt marble cutting muscle and waning crescent embraces are just faces hiding behind heart-shaped sun- glasses and sugarless lollipops. a...
The ferry is tilting. I am terrified. I am alone and I am terrified. I stand on the deck. I smoke because there’s nothing else to do. The sky glows gold until it bleeds into blue. The seagulls ...
During another epic psychoanalytic conversation with Eleni, I had this epiphany: I am not Superwoman. I will not learn a dance in one day that everyone else has been studying for one year. I do not n...
On Sunday afternoon, I took all my unread books onto the balcony (twenty-three) and tried to start munching my way through them. FAIL. Within a few minutes, I thought of the gargantuan watermelon sit...
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