| sometimes our faith just doesn't want to be seen... |


at the crossroads life is not made up of grand sweeping crossroads; life is not a handful of big dramatic events. it is an anthology of small, brief little moments,a gesture, a word, a single sound. these moments are our lives and these moments are the very definition of who we are.at the crossroads
the first time I managed to coax fly into a canter, his hooves drumming in the sound, and my cousins cheering from the fence.
sitting in a field of wildflowers and itchy grass as my older sister explained to me what death was.
seeing the lights of sydney reflected in her eyes and losing my breath.
trying to explain tha


intraspective I climb trees because I need to escape the stability of the ground. I dream about Meryl Streep in a floorlengthroyalbluegown telling me that I am a hundred year old woman stuck in a seventeen year old girl's body.intraspective
I paint with my eyes closed and let emotions bleed. I plan big speeches and declarations (of condemnation-hatred), but never say them when the time comes. I drink whiskey and scotch because there's no point drinking if it doesn't burn. I dance in the dark when there are no eyes to pierce through fragile skin [in the nighttime I am a ballerina]. I kiss with abandon-clutching their long prett
| I'm female. Run for the hills boys lest I infect you with my cooties. I'm 17. The age where I find the words 'I'm close enough to legal' coming from my mouth. I live in Australia. Drop bears and all. I call a small country town home. I was raised on climbing trees, chasing sheep, and riding horses bareback. I have Type 1 Diabetes. That means four needles every day. Druggo. My hair can never decide what colour it wants to be. Today, it's black. Yesterday, it was dark auburn. I have an unhealthy addiction to post-its. I have a wall covered in them. My dreams are an alternate universe. Magic is real there. Whoever said laughter was the best medicine is a liar. HUGS are. I am the kind of girl that sneaks out of my house at night because a friend needs comfort. I cannot drive for shit. Unless I get a curvy road, then I'm Peter Brock, babeh. Except for the whole being dead thing. Nobody can quite put me in a 'label'. So far the best description I have heard is, a helluva lot of indi, a few spoonfuls of geek, a pinch of prep, and a dash of emo. Music rules me. i m a g i n e k n o w l e d g e d r e a m l o v e f r i e n d s h i p h o n o u r t r u s t a c h i e v e |

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We are what we eat, And I ate a fat guy.
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A little ray of sunshine in the shape of a girl.
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Of course I rock, otherwise I wouldn't lou!
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When life gives you a bitchslap, retaliate with a Falcon Punch.
I read your journal. Sounds like you've got a lot of stress in your life right now. I remember well how much the teen years suck. Try to be strong and don't give up. Life will get better. You've got a lot to offer the world and the world has a lot to offer you.
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Thank you very much for your words of support. It's kinda hard to go through the teen years (which are painful by definition alone), but on top of that have a lifelong disease that likes to mess with you when you least expect it, and also being gay in a conservative small town.
You kind words really mean a lot. Thank you.
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Writing is like heroin. When youre doing it you're flying and when youre not its all you can think about, but no good can ever come of it and in the end it will ruin your life."
Lisa Desrochers
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"if i could tell the story in words, i wouldn't need to lug around a camera" -lewis hine.
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