the ground i blog on

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The Cull

Culling personal items is a weird thing to do sometimes. I recently went through a cramped and cluttered part of my study with the intention of purging at least 50% of the items that were stacked precariously on top of each other, covered in thick solid crusts of dust. Some of the items I was able to dispose of quite successfully. Old magazines on topics I was no longer interested in made a quick beeline for the recycling bin. Other items tugged at my heart, asking to be kept ‘just in case’. Things like my old uni assignments, graded and commented on, and piles and piles of notes from when I studied two semesters of ancient Greek. Reference books from uni I’d collected in the misguided hope of continuing my studies in the PhD realm. Would I ever need them again? It seemed doubtful and yet I was reluctant to throw them away.

Framed photos of an old boyfriend made a surprise reappearance at the bottom of a box that had yet to be unpacked from my interstate move over ten years ago. This was harder to decide on, although I don’t know why considering it had been over twelve years since we had last saw each other, the parting promise of being ‘friends’ a very distant memory. Five year old calendars with cute cat photos, old cords from goodness knows what appliance, all of these items saw the light of day for the first time in months, years even.

I’ve sometime wondered, more so recently, what others would think of my life if something happened to me and they had to sort through my belongings, my life’s possessions. Would they think it was cute that I was holding on to the stuffed cow toy that moos “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” when you pressed his stomach? Or would they sigh, thinking it was one more thing to be thrown away?

All of these things needed to go though if I was serious about moving forward (a more cheerful thought). I wanted to start carving out a new life for myself, a new direction. And I couldn’t pursue this when I was holding on to so much of my past, in faded and disintegrating plastic bags. So for the first time in a long time I can see the carpet on the floor of my study. It’s a remarkable thing. Unfortunately I can no longer see the carpet in the living room, as I sort through piles and piles of books, deciding which ones to keep, sell or toss. A project to keep me busy for the next couple of weeks at least!

rowanandphoenixfeather:

one of my roommates used to work with 5th graders in a creative writing class thing and they had to write a romance and most of the kids wrote stories about princesses and crap but this one little girl wrote about how a marshmallow fell in love with a mug of cocoa and he loved the cocoa so much that in order to be with her he melted and died like wow kid that’s some shakespearian shit right there

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People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don’t believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can’t find them, make them.

—George Bernard Shaw, Mrs. Warren’s Profession (via atlantic-sky)

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  • Interviewer: Give us your best tip for overcoming depression.
  • Stephen Fry: To regard it as being like the weather. It's not your responsibility that it's raining, but it is real when it rains, and the fact that it's raining does not mean that the rain is never going to stop. The only thing to do is to believe that, one day, it won't be raining and accept it so you can find a mental umbrella to shield yourself from the worst. The sun will eventually come up.
Hello Melbourne, I’ve missed you!!! (Taken with Instagram)

Hello Melbourne, I’ve missed you!!! (Taken with Instagram)

carlovely:

new drinking game:

step 1: tape a mustache to your TV. 

step 2: drink when it lines up to someone’s face.

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Love it!!

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lucifelle:

“This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you’ve felt heartache. You can’t have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really fucking evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.” - Kelly Cutrone

lucifelle:

This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you’ve felt heartache. You can’t have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really fucking evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.” - Kelly Cutrone

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