Silly season.

It is no secret that summer is my least favourite season. I’m an autumn girl, I love Christmas and the first few days of spring but summer, I just cannot deal with. Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit uninspired for…

Dating with social anxiety.

  A while back, I wrote a post about why dating apps don’t work for me. I told you all about my romantic side, how I want to meet people in real life rather than over an app that has…

A realisation.

In my final yearbook, people could anonymously vote for what they think you’ll do after graduating. It was meant to be funny and not to be taken seriously. For me, it said, “She’ll drive through Australia in her VW bus…

Complete honesty.

March 2017. You might have noticed that I took some time off social media lately. Or you might not have noticed at all. Because if I’m completely honest – no one really reads this or cares for my tweets or…

Flaws and imperfections.

I recently attempted vlogging for the first time. I was incredibly motivated to finally kickstart my YouTube channel, document my life, get editing and be creative. It took me exactly half a day to delete all footage because I couldn’t…

Regret.

Unarguably one of the worst feelings in the world. Built and encouraged by your good friend hindsight, regret eats away at your soul until you’re holey and incomplete, knowing that you can’t undo something. A decision made, reevaluated with an…

The best thing I never had.

I’ve been feeling a rollercoaster of emotions lately. The uncertainties and obstacles, the freedom and liberation, the nervousness and excitement – it all got a bit much and my little heart was a bit overwhelmed. But what I couldn’t cope…

#5 All that I am.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning to Robert Browning Sunday [postmark, 14 September 1846] My Own Beloved, if ever you should have reason to complain of me in things voluntary and possible, all other women would have a right to tread me underfoot,…

#4 A squeal of pain.

Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf Milan [posted in Trieste], Thursday, 21 January 1927 …I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a…


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