#thisismybuller

[muneeb2405]

#snowboards #boarding #buller #mthotham #winter2016 #melbourne #australia #thisismybuller #canoncollective #canonaustralia #canoncamera #visitaustralia #visitmelbourne #visitvictoria #mymelbourne #myvictoria #thatsmelbourne #mounthotham #mtbeauty #schuss #skivictoria #mtbawbaw #mountains #outdoors #nature #naturelover #wandervictoria #victoria #australia (at Mount Buller, Victoria)

[franzx]

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Saying hi and goodbye to Buller, perfect time for run away :) ciao ciaoooo #mtbuller #ski #snow #skiaustralia #snowboard #powder #winter #rain #storm #victoria #mountain #tourism #igaustralia #myaustralia #australia #thisismybuller #buller #ig_australia #exploringaustralia #aussia #instralia #seeaustralia #aussiephotos #discover_australia #seeaustralia #australiagram #inviaggioconfrancesco #onepictureadayfrancesco #snowaus #onepictureadayaustralia #francescoadventures © Foto Copyright @francesco_eri (presso Mount Buller Ski Resort)

[trueskier]

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3rd place at the Mount Buller Annual Pond Skim #thisismybuller #mtbuller2015 #springskiing #pondskim #waterskiing #skiingislife (at Mt Buller)

[keeganbakker]

Skis on & all is right in the world again 🙏🏻 @mt_buller #hittheslopes #thisismybuller

[your-forget-me-not]

YAAASSSSSSS LOOK AT THISE BEAUTIFUL SNOWFLAKES!! ❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️ #KeepItComing #Snow #Winter #ThisIsMyBuller #Happy 🏂🙌😍💙🗻

[somethingforuni]

Just chilling at the best place on earth - Mt Buller

[andrewinwaiting]

little lead heart.

it has been twelve years and seven months since i began to calcify. or at least, since i noticed it was happening. it probably started earlier; this urge to declare myself a failure, a vinyl badge stuck with the corn starched tears of a whining thirteen year old, insecure and bloody at the knees from the kind of practices performed for validation. recalling, i find the whole situation comfortable and awkward. but i did a bungee jump. i liked it. i liked it when i lunged from the precipice, and for a second when i thought it was over, i thought 'i've done okay.' and i liked it even more when i bounced, and i thought 'i can do better, but i've done well so far.' i also paid my rent once, for a whole month, on the sales of a record of my heart and how it got injured. i went to france, for a little while. it was horrific, but i drank some really nice wine when i was there. i went to france again, five years later, and i corrected the memory with my best friend. i was published in a newspaper, ranting in wobbly french about how i loved cherbourg. it was funny, because lucy was coughing up coke slugs and she could barely focus. but a picture of me and one of my stars is condemned to a page in a newspaper in someones attic, forever. i learned to love my mother, and i learned to feel compassion for my father. these things were not easy but they were healing for me. my idol messaged me, out of nowhere, and she told me she'd listened to my record, and it was beautiful. she told me, 'keep writing, always. buy a microphone and don't be scared of it. please keep singing and doing what you are doing.' got stopped leaving a show i'd just played, and was told that everything i'd said made so much sense, and was thanked. so worth the torture to receive those words. i am in receipt of the most beautiful child that ever existed. in my mind, at any rate. i fell in real, true love. and it was beautiful for the time that i had it. when people write about how their hearts beat to symphonies and their breaking suspensions, it barely compares. it'd be callous to say that i was stepping on clouds because it doesn't begin to describe how my lungs grew deeper, my legs longer and how tall i walked at that particular time. language brutalises the feelings that i had. every moment my eyes were open, i was glowing. in the few moments of sleep i snagged each day, i was rested and calm. i was at peace. my little pink heart was also decimated. i was devastated and i thought i would never recover, but to my surprise, i wasn't made of crystal like i had always thought. i was amazed to find that i did not shatter. i was amazed that through all of this, i managed to kick a habit that could have left me dead, and that when i barely managed to scrape myself out of bed, a baby still loved me. she blew life back in, and covered my heart in kisses. i hit my career goal, and when it stopped making sense, i left. i created new goals. i covered myself in paint again, and a child loved it. i felt valid. through catharsis, i put myself in harms way and flew to australia. i made a new family. i worked some horrendous jobs that put me in some awkward, embarrassing positions. i had a laugh. i lost a job and i lost a friend. but when this all happened, i found a new position to be in. and all of these little events popped me bang in the middle of dinner with strangers, and one of them asked me to sit with them. i felt real. saw a house i've been looking at photos of for twenty years. met a goat called Naga. learned how to make cocktails and drank them all. delicious head ache. planned some adventures that will enable me to continue this list for years to come.

[w0tsername-blog]

Leanne doesn't have Instagram. #ThisIsMyBuller (at Mt. Buller Summit)

[lakyn-music]

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Had fun at @mt_buller yesterday! They've got some cool stuff at the park. #SundayFunday #ThisIsMyBuller #Selfies #goodtimes

[squawkmedia]

Chairlifts @mt_buller #thisismybuller #mtbuller #snow #ski