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2 months ago on March 19, 2012 at 06:10am
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I'm Kimberleigh. I'm a free thinker and daydreamer from the Central Coast, Australia.
Yesterday I spent the whole day looking through my travel brochures daydreaming I was in Greece. Today I was in Machu Picchu. I only hope that soon these will no longer be daydreams.
2 months ago on March 19, 2012 at 05:57am
Oh no
reblogging this on my personal blog so you can actually see Jim Halpert. GoSfoRd lyf.
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2 months ago on March 19, 2012 at 05:13am
Things now in my possession that make me incredibly happy:
Evil Twin Outer Limits Wasted leggings - fucking amazing. Bought them after sheer joy when I tried them on. HENRY ROLLINS:THE LONG MARCH TICKETS! And also some jewelry I received as birthday presents from Kali and Erin. Being eyeball earrings from Dangerfield and a skull necklace from Diva. Happy, happy, happy.
2 months ago on March 13, 2012 at 02:39am
I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.
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2 months ago on March 08, 2012 at 05:01am
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
- J.R.R Tolkien
2 months ago on March 06, 2012 at 03:11am
This is a picture from my last visit under our ‘Wallace’ lane. Notice the ‘no exit’ hahahahahah.
2 months ago on March 06, 2012 at 12:03am
This is the Bay of Islands in New Zealand.
If all goes to plan this will be my home for a few months starting October. It’s such a beautiful place. My grandparents live there (Paihia) for half the year and my great grandparents and so on have lived there for a long, long time. There is even a little street named after our family because the ‘Wallaces’ had lived there for a long time. I’ve been to Paihia in the Bay of Islands about five or six times since I was very young. There is so much I love about Paihia, everyone is lovely and will strike up a conversation at whatever time. I have a lot of great memories there as well. A beautiful little stream with a wooden arch bridge is a place often re-occurring in my childhood memories. It’s almost what you’d expect to see on a painting. The hill behind my grandparents apartment was always a favourite spot of mine as well. The hill rose high enough so that at the top you had a view of the whole bay from Paihia with like a thousand different flowers around you. Snowy the goat used to live on the hill on my visits as a child and had a particular liking for me. I was the only kid to ever sit down beside the goat and pat it. Every other kid got shoved in the stomach and pushed half way down the hill. I remember one visit when I was 9 I spent at least two hours everyday up on the hill just talking to Snowy. It was big disappointment when I returned on my next visit to find she had died.
With Paihia holding such a strong familiarity to me, my dad went over on a visit to my grandparents and inquired about a job for me at one of the many tourist/boat cruise companies in town. They agreed and told my dad I should apply in October as I have a 99% chance getting the job as they’ll need someone for the season. They’ve also known me since I was 6. One of them remembering me on a boat cruise I went on seven years ago. I think it’s going to be an amazing opportunity and I can’t wait. New Zealand will be a good starting point for my progressive journey around the world.
2 months ago on March 05, 2012 at 11:58pm
I can’t wait to travel the world.
2 months ago on March 05, 2012 at 11:38pm
