I’ve become reliant on words. They calm me, keep me sane. Nothing seems to make sense in this world, but words I can process. They’re contained. They say that actions speak louder and I understand that point but you can show me that you love me and I’ll find a way to read between the lines.…… Continue reading Tell Me
So a number of months ago now I stumbled across the cruelty free makeup community. I’d always known that cruelty free makeup existed but it always seemed so expensive and inaccessible to me. I’d also never really thought about why it was important. I can’t remember the exact moment I made the decision to attempt…… Continue reading Going Cruelty Free: Step One
I don’t believe that people break because I don’t believe that people can be fixed. People are not broken toys. People are not garden fences. People are not chipped paint. People are people and sometimes they hurt. But hurting does not make you broken. Hurting means that you work.
It’s unbelievable how even as a creative writing student writing can find its way to the bottom of the list of priorities, and as University life overwhelms me at the moment, that’s exactly where it’s found itself. It’s that very reason that I can not wait for Camp NaNoWriMo to kick off on April 1st. As…… Continue reading Camp NaNoWriMo Plans
"The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don't write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kids burnt sock lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance." - Richard Price So this quote above is something… Continue reading Big Issue? Write small.
Isn’t it funny how quickly we build relationships? We turn from strangers to friend to more and sometimes even back again within moments, the blink of an eye compared to the endlessness of time. Like sitting next to a stranger on a bus or in restaurant or in the cinema. The screens gone dark and…… Continue reading Strangers
I wish I were good at writing poetry. Maybe then I could explain, Or at the very least vent the feelings consuming every space inside my brain. If I were good at writing poetry I could put it into words. The way you’ve become a comfort, In an huge, consuming world. If I had any talent in…… Continue reading I Wish I Were Good At Writing Poetry