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I am an australian. a writer. 23. feminist. pro sex. was on anti-d. single. queer. don't shave (mostly).
I am obsessed with collecting orange penguin classics. opshops. Persian rugs. markets. bohemian trinkets. finding clothes on the street. swear words. feminism. blunt hair cuts. simplicity. vagary. shouting. chai tea. dark nails. Scandinavian forests. calligraphy ink. black cats. weird boys. Sylvia Plath, costume jewellery. Paris. Beatniks. Virginia Woolf. crumbling wallpaper. florals. red lips. re-appropriating the word cunt and slut. coffee rings. lesbians. tattoos. water colour paper. velvet. poetry. artistic nudity. faux fur. gothic churches. film photography. psychoanalysis. Anais Nin.
I studied at Oxford University in 2012. I am currently finishing my writing degree in Canberra.
I blog for: http://pepespaperie.blogspot.com.au/
my flickr is: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rachaelnielsen/
I am an australian. a writer. 23. feminist. pro sex. was on anti-d. single. queer. don't shave (mostly).
I am obsessed with collecting orange penguin classics. opshops. Persian rugs. markets. bohemian trinkets. finding clothes on the street. swear words. feminism. blunt hair cuts. simplicity. vagary. shouting. chai tea. dark nails. Scandinavian forests. calligraphy ink. black cats. weird boys. Sylvia Plath, costume jewellery. Paris. Beatniks. Virginia Woolf. crumbling wallpaper. florals. red lips. re-appropriating the word cunt and slut. coffee rings. lesbians. tattoos. water colour paper. velvet. poetry. artistic nudity. faux fur. gothic churches. film photography. psychoanalysis. Anais Nin.
I studied at Oxford University in 2012. I am currently finishing my writing degree in Canberra.
I blog for: http://pepespaperie.blogspot.com.au/
my flickr is: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rachaelnielsen/
I had a dream about Spring
#spring
#dream
#(c) rachael nielsen 2012
I had a dream about spring. The curtains in the room that i knew i slept in and faced at the moment, in my dream were wide open. the bed floated and i with long hair a-draping, back arched floated with it into Spring. It was a dream about the yearning for spring. how the shadows are the same but seem less prevalent; less black, and more russet and rich. How the air smells fresh, slightly cold but full of pollen, of things, beetles stirring, the energy and peace of animals just waking, of crisp white sheets and dew on fresh grass. it is the smell of enjoyment to come.
the events of today make this dream feel very prophetic.
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