You look at what your day involves; cleaning your flat, seeing your Nan and having a lasagne in front of Making and Murderer and suddenly feel pangs of resentment.
It's truly been the summer of love for me and mine. I've not been oh so present on here because I fell down a very-prosecco-and-canapé heavy rabbit hole sometime in mid June and have only just emerged, two weddings to go, smelling of confetti and hotel rooms. It's that year of life, right? Everyone keeps … Continue reading Love is…
It stands for taking care of you. For cleaning up your own shit, in your bedroom, and in your life.
I have found myself falling down the very dark, Love-Island-Instagram-Why-Is-Everyone-So-Beautiful-And-I-Look-Like-Rab-C-Nesbitt hole
Our backs ache. From the typing mainly, and the hunching over our phone
We make new friends every week in the smoking area of some hell hole dressed up like an All Bar One. And then one day we wake up, and something has changed.
...and it ain't a glittery muffin, thanks.