These are my boys, Dale and Ronan.

Red

(via taylor swift web)

I handed in my final assignment for the semester on Monday, which, I thought, would bring much relief and de-stress... instead I'm really wishing I took another day to clean it up and actually make some sort of argument that made (even just a little) sense. So I've just been listening to a little bit of Taylor to cheer me up, she always manages to do that.

Dunes Under Repair

You realise the world is broken when you find out your parents aren't infallible. It's the moment when their decisions have damaging consequences, and when they can no longer say that everything is going to be all okay. Their guidance, by default, is thus flawed and you start to question everything around you; those ideas that they taught you, those lessons and rules... what were they all for anyways? You're suddenly alone in the world, capable of being just a terrible person as they are, capable of all the same mistakes they made. Even though they tried their best, they still messed up. But that's okay.

Mumford and Sons

Love it will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be
There is a design, an alignment, a cry Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be

I saw the amazing Mumford and Sons at the Belvoir Amphitheater last night. Man, they really are amazing and wonderful and lyrically enriching.

via tfs

It's beach time...!

(from left: gorman estella bikini top and bottom, gorman horizon dress, sass & bide pampa sunglasses, swedish has-beens braided high, invisible zinc sunscreen and swedish has-beens bag for life)

Yaaaay! It's three weeks left til the end of semester, the weather has been gorgeous and I'm looking forward to the beach! And, here's what I'll be wearing. But first I have to get through a 2,500 word political science essay, a tute presentation, a couple of french tests and two exams >.< I want this next month to go quickly!

Swan Valley

These are from a perfect winters day in the Swan Valley when I went with some friends to the Margaret River Chocolate Factory as a little get-away from a camp we were attending in the hills. We ate heaps of chocolate and, afterwards, crossed the road and ran through the vineyards.