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I'm Megan, I'm 21, I live in Melbourne, Australia. I am Living. |
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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
i need to get married in the cinderella dress.
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rolled my ankle landing a basic jump last night at dancing.
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arc de triomphe, at night, taken while crossing the street
and as well as worrying about what is happening out there (its 12.30am and im in my pjs and have asthma, not going outside and getting in the fire fighters way), im thinking of my grandma. particularly my favourite story of hers, which was about when her house burnt down when she was younger. she was sent out to a back shed (on their big block of land, the is like 1920s australia, everyone had huge blocks of land they lived on). once in the shed she was told not to look out the window at the house, but she did, and she watched it turn red and orange and purple and green (surely an exaggeration for my childhood mind!). the way she told us the story wasnt scary, i mean she told us it wasnt her only house to burn down. we just took it as a fact from my grandmas crazy life (larning to be a pilot but stopped because war broke out, teaching swimming without being able to herself)
i miss my grandma. shes been gone 11 years (and a couple weeks) i wish she could have seen my get in to uni. i wish my graduation picture was on her mantle next to my (much) older cousins. my grandma was a special lady, and i still miss her