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…

12 Months: BLOGNY 2018

January is sand that blisters your feet from the heat, so you’re wading down a river letting the cool water rush green and brown, soothing your feet. It is the sticky and soft snuggles from your babies, the comfort of having them there curled up on your chest. It is the midnight kiss, the one…

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,…

Introducing: My Best Friends

My friends: Brilliant, hilarious, beautiful. We are stupid; in our humour, in our stories and in our love for each other. At fourteen we were dorky babies; small groups held together by a few charismatic individuals but over the years we have grown up and grown in. They are my favourites, my family, my biggest…

Things To Not Apologise For

Don’t apologise for the softest parts of you, for the curve of flesh that fills the gaps between your bones. There are things in you that were born to be delicate. It is okay to be the one loving too much, too hard, too long. Or to miss them, or to still cry when you…