i am audacious. i am she.

an idea so daring and so audaciously tempting that a shiver of excitement quivered through her.
I’ve changed, for the better. Tumblr wouldn’t know because I would have never had the confidence to post such a photo.
You’re going to be in your skin for a long time, so love it.

I’ve changed, for the better. Tumblr wouldn’t know because I would have never had the confidence to post such a photo.

You’re going to be in your skin for a long time, so love it.

Yogyakarta rocks my socks.

I was lucky enough to paint some graffiti here earlier this year with some locals and a traveller from Austria.

P.S. If you dig the photos, they’re available in high quality prints on etsy.

Living in Indonesia.

Lying on my bed in the dark of the night I cover my scrunched up face keeping one eye open in anticipation. I wave the air con remote around like a wand until I hear the ‘on’ beep and then brace myself for the possibility that the resident gecko may feel like bass jumping from his lair again tonight…onto my bed.
Meet my new ‘normal’.

I’ll always love you and never forget you buddy x

I’ll always love you and never forget you buddy x

WIP.

I am Robot.

I am Robot.

I must stop these early morning vegemite binges…

They normally come up anyway!

Grandmas Boy - JD Outtakes

Marry me <3

Bali Tip #22: Stay away from coconut arak. This arak came home delivered by a friend directly from the elders in Karangasem, the village most famous for making arak. It was contained in a plastic water bottle (which I&#8217;m surprised didn&#8217;t melt). As the cap was lifted, my nose watered and my liver quivered. It smells worse than it tastes and goes down smoother than palm sugar arak.
Long story short, I woke up the next day and could see - which was fantastic news! WTF you say? It means I didn&#8217;t get methanol poisoning (well not much)&#8230;winning. I spent the next 24 hours being haunted by the arak session. I could taste it in the back of my throat and smell it oozing out of my pours which intensified with every burp&#8230;I imagined if I could see it, it&#8217;d look like a black smokey evil spirit releasing me from it&#8217;s possession. Oh, and it was also accompanied by a constant throbbing (which would have otherwise been a welcomed sensation, if it wasn&#8217;t in my cranium).

Bali Tip #22: Stay away from coconut arak.

This arak came home delivered by a friend directly from the elders in Karangasem, the village most famous for making arak.
It was contained in a plastic water bottle (which I’m surprised didn’t melt). As the cap was lifted, my nose watered and my liver quivered. It smells worse than it tastes and goes down smoother than palm sugar arak.

Long story short, I woke up the next day and could see - which was fantastic news! WTF you say? It means I didn’t get methanol poisoning (well not much)…winning.

I spent the next 24 hours being haunted by the arak session. I could taste it in the back of my throat and smell it oozing out of my pours which intensified with every burp…I imagined if I could see it, it’d look like a black smokey evil spirit releasing me from it’s possession.
Oh, and it was also accompanied by a constant throbbing (which would have otherwise been a welcomed sensation, if it wasn’t in my cranium).

Every minute you spend focusing on your past is a minute that’s holding you back from a better future.

Don’t invest more than you can afford to lose.

 

No matter how things change, my heart will remain.