us muggles

Seven fucking years. Howdy. Strange, how life brings you back to places when you need them. I’ve been a little lost lately. Though I’ve been reading about myself, through the diary that was this place, for most of my teenage years. Seems I was always a little lost one way or another. That makes me feel less lost, somehow. At least I was always this way, I guess. Or felt I was, one way or…

When I look back on my teenage years it will be the era of milky tea and one sugar. The age of the awkward conversation, terrible skin and ‘I’ll walk you in’ kisses. It will be a period of occasional enlightenment and endless confusion, I will remember it with regret and pride. I have decided my future, and then changed my mind, and then remade it once more. And then again, and once more for…

why are they always

missing

the point?

I am resurfacing a draft I wrote, from 2018 because it is still relevant…

I was sat in a group of really funny guys the other night, absolutely bored out of my mind hoping that eventually everything would stop being so darn funny so I might get a word in somewhere and it dawned on me… I am not very funny. In fact it is not even that. I actually don’t enjoy funny. At least not that banter, banter,…

It has been seven years since I started this blog. That is one degree, seven houses, two cities, seven jobs, one heartbreak and countless friendships formed since a lonely seventeen year old took to her keyboard.

I haven’t been a good blogger, it’s safe to say this isn’t my calling. I am too flighty, too distracted to be a consistent writer. Too scared to be sharing my life candidly enough to be…

Edinburgh, I have a crush on you. So here’s a love letter… “Edinburgh is imposing, with the beauty of a Bronte novel. Craggy in it’s depth it gives the impression of having been carved in to rock. But, there is a surprising lightness to its surroundings. From the greenery which paints its endless, bounding outskirts to the bright, bobbing heads of runners who parade its hills and footpaths. There…

I failed to mention that I have fallen in love (figuratively speaking – mostly). Rupi Kaur is officially my soulmate, despite the fact that we have never met, and I am just one in a long line of adoring fans. These are just slight details, people. I think I spent hours reading her poetry the other night and, for some reason I can not quite put my finger on, I have never liked how someone puts…

I am Ariel With the prickly feet Except it’s not walking It’s talking So tread gently please

I think something’s askew because my heart blood isn’t going to any of the right places it is all over you and I am left bleeding whilst you leave me wiping up love with a kleenex

Do not punish your stomach for waging war with your waistband. Admire it’s gusto, It will not be contorted to your whims. It is boundless and purposeful Sustaining you despite your disgust. Squish it And try your best to give it love.   See the beauty in where you belong, In your hairy lumpy home. Dress it’s edges in glitter and colour and call it beautiful. After walking too many miles in…

How NOT TO Lose Faith in Humanity

Talk to people… of all walks of life It is far too easy for us to judge other people in a glance. Yet, in my experience, people are often not what they seem. Unfortunately, the only way you’re ever going to get past thinking that the whole world is overrun by hipsters, and the guy opposite you on the bus is an unkempt dweeb is to talk to them. Yes, the UK is now FULL of bearded guys in check, but…

I can’t stay still. I don’t mean literally, I’m actually the least fidgety person ever. Figuratively speaking, I can not remain stagnant, it is very much against my nature. At all times I am searching for some advancement. Whether it is travel, self development or career advancement, at all times I need to feel as if I am improving. Unfortunately this is more than a little problematic for me…

People Spotting at Airports

I recently flew for the first time by myself. I realise this is something most young, middle-class folk have achieved by 21. However, it was my first time, and it was daunting so we are going to pretend like it was a milestone – because it mattered to me. It was one of those little achievements which makes you feel mightier. During my little adventure I had a lot of time to scribble. So, here’s a…

TV Shows I Have Been Loving

Greys Anatomy I am obsessed. Like, I actually think I have a problem. I realise I’m a little late on the band wagon but Greys Anatomy is one of my new favourite shows. Mostly for Christina Yang who I could not have a bigger girl crush on. The show essentially follows a group of surgeons through their careers. The show begins when the surgeons are starting their internships and (I am only at…

In 2012 I wrote a blog post about my PCOS. I have just read it back and honestly I want to punch my seventeen year old self in the face. I was so self pitying. I mean Christ. I think I actually called PCOS “a beast of a disease” and went on to describe “my struggle”. Needless to say I deleted the post. Because it’s essentially a lie. I have not struggled because of my PCOS. Granted it’s pretty…

“Treat yo self”

I started the new year as I hope to continue, eating breakfast with friends and bumming round shops trying to find a sale drastic enough to legitimize us spending our last few pennies. Whilst pottering around this morning my friends joked about my tendency to treat myself a little too often. “This coffee can be my treat, oh and this croissant and this reduced shirt and a bubble bath after work….”…

I am falling from feet to floor – flat I am holding the nectar and stroking the ground Maybe it is that my mind is the size of a coconut I can’t count Can’t count the ways I have crashed because it is too far  and too hard to speak Too hard when my face hits and maybe it is that my brain is the size of a coconut the fall tastes so sweet. I’m not sure why I have been writing so many poems about…