Photo credit: Simon Chandra
FUN FACT: These eggs are evil. Octopus babies are evil. Let me tell you why. The octopus mother lays her eggs in a cave roof and spends 6 months guarding them from potential predators and swaying the eggs with her tentacle so they get oxygen. This means she doesn’t eat or sleep until they hatch. When the octopus babies hatch, she dies from fatigue and starvation. THEN THEY FUCKING EAT HER. THEY EAT THEIR MOTHER WHO DIED BECAUSE SHE WAS LOOKING AFTER THEM. THEY. EAT. HER.
This sounds like what my mother said i did to her
Not gonna lie - I thought this was condom art.
If you have read a couple of my recent posts about AFL (Australian Football League) and wondered what I was talking about, I thought I’d share a few photos (not mine) to give you an idea. My team, the Sydney Swans.
You’re welcome :)
At the Sydney Swans preliminary final with my 9yo boy on his birthday.
I am so buzzed, not a drop of alcohol, and about to watch 36 tall, lean, muscular men in short shorts and tank tops run around for 2 hours.
Life is good:)
Interrupting my house cleaning and kid-wrangling with a major bout of Klaine feels…
I’ve been listening to John Williamson’s “One More for the Road” (he’s an Australian country/folk singer), about a musician on the road and the times spent with his wife before he goes. And of course I can’t help but think of country music Blaine, with Kurt, the nights before he goes on tour:
(Also, I blame @damnpene for her beautiful and evocative fic, that made me want to spend some time in country Australia for a while).
From the song’s second verse:
"Rattling leaves and morning tune
I won’t forget the midnight moon,
It shone through the broken sky
And we loved each other all in blue,
These are moments I’ll rewind
In a lonely motel room,
So darling whisper one more time
One more for the road”.
Starling anon - if you come off anon, I’ll chat to you about it.