The Reason Why

“ I’m currently sitting on my bed eating strawberries like I’m Carrie Bradshaw, one knee up with my chin resting inches away, dripping sweet red strawberry water all over my keyboard. The keys are sticky and the warm kisses of the first days of spring that feel more like summer are drifting…

An Ode To Freewriting

“ I spent all of yesterday in my bedroom, hunched over my laptop with the monotonous sound of a printer churning out page after page or words that all started to look the same. After putting off the mammoth task of making hard copies of all of my stories/scripts/poems that were currently…

Neon Dreaming

“ I don’t have an addictive personality. I smoked for years before abruptly stopping without a second thought, scraping my last burning ember against a brick wall and flicking it into the darkness. If I ever do have a cigarette (twice a year at most, clutching onto a warm glass of red…

Films That Will Rip Your Heart Out

“ Not everyone loves sad films. They can make for an awkward first date; sitting in the cinema desperately attempting to be cool as ice while your stony exterior is melting away, your eyes are brimming, your nose is dribbling. They are a no-go if you have a penchant for particularly heavy…

My Imperfect American Beauty

  “ I’ll be honest with you – I didn’t expect the majority of my Valentine’s Day to revolve around something as insignificant as problematic buttercream. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a die-hard romantic, I wasn’t anticipating a meticulously planned journey to the very depths of my heart, fluffy bouquets and…

How To Make A Cup Of Tea

“ I don’t remember much from school, and I can only attribute this memory loss to two things. The unreliability of my memory, which manages to retain things like conversations had years ago word for word or the exact outfit someone was wearing when I first met them, they’re all there, painfully…

Dear 2017, Be Gentle With Me

“ Like most things in my life, I have a love/hate relationship with New Year’s resolutions. The optimistic part of me (the same part of me that also has a deep-seated love affair with chic stationary) has an eager desire to create lists of things that I want to overcome and achieve…