bellmusker


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bellmusker
City: Melbourne
Country: Australia
Joined: Apr 2007

Ink stains my fingertips most days.

I have a fondness for whiskey, a passion for Germanic linguistics and a scowl that could knock small animals off their feet.

I get cranky if I don’t write. It’s never pretty.

I listen to the blues every day and am afraid of crumpets. I once ate a rat and always know when the moon is full. I don’t drive. Men with salt and pepper stubble take my breath away and boys who swagger bring venom to the thirteen serpents tattooed on my flesh. That’s not pretty either. I like cowboys though; they smell good.

I was agoraphobic for two years and wrote my way out. Solitude and silence still sit at my table, and make my heart sing. I often cosset myself in my flat, pour the whiskey, and dive into dictionaries. The words entwine themselves in my hair and keep me afloat, wrapping conjunctions around curls and trailing ink through auburn.

I ask for little more than that.

Well, if you could throw in a honey martini and someone to brush my hair, that’d be spectacular too.

Oh, and I also have no stomach for people who walk on stilts. Sinister little fuckers.

I’m done now.

Journal Entries

my lovely door

Posted 11 days ago, 73 comments so far.

succulent sayings

Posted 19 days ago, 80 comments so far.

breathe

Posted about 1 month ago, 14 comments so far.

the red notebook of 2009

Posted about 1 month ago, 54 comments so far.

tequila in a top hat: welcoming summer

Posted 2 months ago, 17 comments so far.

We get on like a horse on fire

Posted 3 months ago, 58 comments so far.

with apologies to the cat

Posted 5 months ago, 84 comments so far.

candlesticks and alley cats

Posted 5 months ago, 79 comments so far.

New York City

Posted 7 months ago, 29 comments so far.

Los Angeles: the peanut moment

Posted 7 months ago, 28 comments so far.

Writing

songs of spine & salt

brush my hair aside / & read the stories in my bones

learn how I holler

He says you have nothing to lose.

one green word

That’s all I need.

the light in the palm of my hand

The first time I died, I was nineteen.

The Koi Project

I will take your photo then leave.

nine tails

I listen to his stories, and pretend that I won’t become one of them.