Let’s Talk about Being Alone AGAIN: BLOGNY 2018

I’ll admit I am not good at being by myself. I am a severe hypochondriac who is calmed by having someone nearby to help me. I am a horror story fanatic who is easily spooked by dark shadows. I also just love to talk to people. But being alone is important and I am terrified…

Rough: BLOGNY 2018

Soft is ugly in a concrete world When you are in love or when you are somewhere familiar it is easy to be the velveteen, pink girls they all need you to be. It is easy to be softly spoken and to nod agreeably when people tell you are sweet and kind and gentle. You…

sorry for writing it down: BLOGNY 2018

I watched as you left all the girls who came before I just didn’t think.   Two peas in a pod. Avoid, avoid, avoid it. Now you avoid me.   Text: “Hey how are you – how is work? Are you happy?’ Then I delete it.   I guess you hurt me Like really really…

A Letter to You #1

To whom it may concern, Or, to you. I’m not ambivalent to you. Right now we are less than friends but more than strangers. We have that in-between appreciation where we are not each other’s last choice. A relationship based off relief and convenience and inexplicably good timing. In this life we could be friends,…

10 things I have Learnt in the Last Six Months

1.New friends – who have met you the way you are now and who somehow like you like this (???) – can sometimes be the most important people in your life. Treasure them. Stay real with them. 2. There is fucking gluten in everything. 3. Be who you are.And not in the happy-hippy-flippy way, but…

Hello April

Wow fuck ok I just went and saw Halsey and it ignited in me a whole lot of things that I’d forgotten how to feel. First of all, her show was AMAZING. Performance wise she is beautiful, her voice is exactly like her records and the effects are all tasteful and effective and way, way…

A Story for Every Track: MELODRAMA, Lorde

Track One // Green Light: Its summer and my skin is rough with heat and grit. I stop wearing shoes to the store to make me tougher, but there is something ragged in my chest. I don’t think about it when I don’t have to. I catch the bus, I cry and I clutch my own…

Not Quite July: On being 21

I am 21 now and I can feel myself settling so comfortably into this age. It’s been a long time since eighteen. That was the year where I learnt how to feel like I was on fire. The whole world was electrically charged and I couldn’t touch anything without some flame sparking up. I was…

On: Being Busy

I am busy. Crazy, ridiculously busy. I would like to say that I didn’t mean my life to be like this but I did. I anticipated this, I planned it this way – and now I am reaping exactly what I sowed, both the sweet and disastrous. It’s been outstandingly rewarding – like real life, full…