one, nine, ten: Retro Wombat, Thirroul // two: bushfire sky // three: setting up my new room in a new house with a new flat mate, Rachel // four: horsies somewhere near Wellington, New South Wales // five: a peacock on a farm near Kyneton, Victoria // six: Tully Blue // seven: Nathan and Mossy // eight: Tully Blue boy and a tiny bit of Mossy’s face
Listening to: Kurt Vile (right now), the Paper Kites (still), Lorde, Volcano Choir, Boy & Bear, Stolen Violin, London Grammar
Reading: New York by Lily Brett, Night Games by Anna Krien and an interview with Jemima Kirke in Lula
It definitely doesn’t feel like the end of the year. Being overseas and missing the southern hemisphere’s winter has messed with my concept of time (not mad about it). Farewell 2013, I hardly knew you.