One of the goals on my New Years list was to have a go at writing a book. When I’m faced with another crash dive to dark days, I’m in my most creative state. My mind wonders with mixed emotions to the past, then to the temptations of the future.
Autumn, it feels like forever ago. Wavy hair, spiced lattes, cosy jumpers and crunchy leaves. It’s most definitely my favourite season. You can start your day by watching the sun rise on your way to work and finish it by getting cosy at home, or taking refuge at old dark
a nostalgic twang of punk rock, familiar lyrical content and swooping melodies
being emotionally manipulative isn’t very punk rock of you So this is 28. I’m very much on the other side of my twenties now, there’s no going back. I’ve almost achieved all my life goals on paper, but the circus that surrounds me is still whirling around like a carousel.
It’s a Saturday and there is sunshine streaming through the windows, decorating all the surfaces in my little home. All of the plants are glowing and the walls are whiter than white. My baby pink manicured hands are tapping away on my laptop but the clicks from my typing are
Heads up, look alive. The moment I stare into your eyes, the more I get lost in your face. I’m warning you babe. Sunshine has started to feel warm again lately, instead of just shining fake light, piercing the freezing air. I’m the king of making mistakes, you’re the queen