Ciao, my name is Lauren-Gaye. I'm 20, and I study a bachelor of primary education at Charles Sturt. I live half at Bathurst for uni & half in Sydney.

This blog contains all things I find beautiful, amusing, interesting, delicious, or inspirational. Much like myself...it's a bit of a mix of everything.

Some of my favourite things include: alpacas, tea, all nighters, soft skin, drunk dancing, driving, rosey cheeks, opp shops, pay day, fluffy thick doonas, fresh sandwiches, collar bones, summer day trips, amazing sex, clean hair, catchy songs, new clothes, learning, clean kitchens, messy nights, interesting conversations, tasteful tattoos, papillions, anti-histameins, and friendly positive people.

 

You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood.

Junot Díaz   (via barbieandken)

(Source: lazyscranton)

We are very cruelly trapped between what we would like to be and what we actually are. And we cannot possibly become what we would like to be until we are willing to ask ourselves just why the lives we lead on this continent are mainly so empty, so tame, and so ugly.

James Baldwin (via moscow)

(Source: larmoyante)

I don’t miss him anymore. Most of the time, anyway. I want to. I wish I could but unfortunately, it’s true: time does heal. It will do so whether you like it or not, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. If you’re not careful, time will take away everything that ever hurt you, everything you have lost, and replace it with knowledge. Time is a machine: it will convert your pain into experience… It will force you to move on and you will not have a choice in the matter.

Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe (via barbieandken)

I found this very interesting. It’s so true. You can really only relive a moment up until a point, and then it becomes so tarnished by time and other experiences that is just a memory…and these memories eventually hold less emotional significance than they once did because time has made our minds move on. Brilliant.

(Source: larmoyante)