theabbottchronicles:

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.

theabbottchronicles:

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.

(Source: fughtopia, via popthirdworld)

abdukhalim:

"They steal your bread, only to give you a crumb… then they demand of you to thank their generosity…Oh their audacity!" - Ghassan Kanafani (1936-1972)

abdukhalim:

"They steal your bread, only to give you a crumb… then they demand of you to thank their generosity…Oh their audacity!" - Ghassan Kanafani (1936-1972)

(via larmoyante)

theparisreview:

Herta Müller, in 2009. “I wasn’t trying to write literature, I just put it down on paper to gain a foothold, to get a grip on my life.”

theparisreview:

Herta Müller, in 2009. “I wasn’t trying to write literature, I just put it down on paper to gain a foothold, to get a grip on my life.”

I am a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal Woman,
That’s me.

Maya Angelou  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: goodreads.com, via jojointransit)

How did I get here

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. 

Inertia can gain its own momentum.

Douglas Hurd.

No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.

Edmund Burke, Oh the Sublime and Beautiful - Part II, Section II.

One step/fear at a time.

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.

6 am Melbourne fog.

Crumpets with raspberry jam ~ Miss Jackson, St Kilda.

Mouth thanked me.

Crumpets with raspberry jam ~ Miss Jackson, St Kilda.

Mouth thanked me.

Troll sesh at Savers, Brunswick - Melbourne

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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.