Sadly this photo has not been photoshopped at all and was from a recent Government press conference in which Bishop brought back the death stare, Abbott tried to look intelligent, Brandis shat himself and nobody put much thought into the slogan behind the three.
Maya Angelou (via thatkindofwoman)
I’m against a wall. I thought the deeper I got, the close I would be to answers. But now I’m against a wall. I don’t remember ever building it. But it seems, that slowly, one piece at a time, the defences have strengthened. I can’t seem to break through. I can’t seem to allow myself out of this self confinement. I’m protecting myself from me. From confrontation, from self hurt, from regrets, from revelation, from emancipation. How do I break the walls, my self erected.
Edmund Burke, Oh the Sublime and Beautiful - Part II, Section II.
One step/fear at a time.
This above all: to thine ownself be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet - Act 1, Scene 3.
6 am Melbourne fog.
Crumpets with raspberry jam ~ Miss Jackson, St Kilda.
Mouth thanked me.
Slightly odd shaped base, little worn but only $8 buckaroos. This lady shoe was going to make the several hours wandering the isles so worth it.
I took two steps. My left foot slipped off the side, into a strange slow motioned ankle roll. I ain’t got time to be risking a slow roll! It was decided, the shoe was a no go.
But like most Savers troll sessions, I walked out empty handed yet extremely satisfied.