All the men I love but have learned to fear
The first thing my best friend did when I told him my partner and I had broken up was ask for nudes. […]
About:Zoe Winther
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http://www.zoewinther.com
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In school, Zoe was a straight-A nerd with a problem with authority figures and rules.
In 2015, Zoe started both Pickford Media and Mortals Melbourne with the intention of standing for the success of other business women.
Zoe has worked extensively in the media industry, from producing radio to television and film sets, and she also has credits as editor of multiple online platforms.
Zoe's favourite topics revolve around being a ~*~*~Content Goddess~*~*~, but she also writes and talks on DIY marketing, improving SEO, audio, video and written content creation, and mental health in business.
Want to know more? Email Zoe: zoe@pickfordmedia.com
Posts by Zoe Winther :
laser show
I want to be someone that creates a bonfire out of your darkness and dances with you around it until we conjure up spirits like a laser show, only for you to realise you were the light all along. […]
Rachel Berry
Could you set me on a train to New York City, Finn Hudson style, if you knew I’d give it all up for you? So one day I could say, ‘I’m Home,’ and mean it? […]
Everything, again
Could we go back? To the day we met? Not because I want a do over but… I just want to feel everything, again. Again and again and again. […]
dirt and wood
The way that I learnt masculinity was first through using wood: trips to Bunnings in the red four runner, choosing long slabs of timber, building bookshelves and beds in the garage. And then it was dirt: digging holes to mend pipes, jeans covered in mud, dad getting angry when I didn’t realise I’d be getting […]
know me
know me just know me the mortifying ordeal of being known I’ll let you love me got a soul as raw as her father trauma as gnarled as tree roots my bones are yours to deconstruct my flesh to destroy I’m yours to destroy destruction is a kind of creation or, re-creation tender […]
Depraved things
For once in my life I don’t want to do depraved things I don’t want to look into your eyes as you spit in my mouth I don’t want to hurt to split apart I want to be soft and leave you soft […]
Shoes as a mode of transportation
I forgot to read The Alchemist when everybody told me to so I pretended I had. And I forgot to watch The Matrix for three school years in a row (and maybe that was an intentional resistance to authority) but even so, for three years I wrote essays about red and blue pills. And then […]
1, 3, 2
One year and Three hair colours between Two photos. Has it been a lifetime? Or just a moment? My soul is tired. My heart hurts more often than it doesn’t. Every time I survive the worst waves and start treading water and start catching my breath and start believing land might be somewhere on the […]