The fields this morning – sharp to the flesh but thick to the eye, a pinching chill with a heavy fog.Continue reading
The thrill of the hunt pulls me in. I stand tall and drool at the vast landscape of pebbles and stones and shells before me. This will be fun.Continue reading
And just like that, the birds within began to sing.
I have felt ‘off’ for a while – existential unrest, stuck in a rut. I’ve felt out of touch with myself, a sort of dissonance, so to speak. I hadn’t been able to pinpoint it ’til now.Continue reading
Brian Froud was a fundamental part of my childhood. His whimsical drawings and fanciful characters filled my soul with a joy like no other, his books are magical compendiums that tap into my imagination and ignite my soul fibres. Not a single one of his fantastical drawings disinterest me, they are an exact expression of the imaginary lands in my head. Someone got me, someone understood.Continue reading
Here to remind you that we are all fragile beings with delicate intricacies and wounds and facades and aching hearts and bruised perceptions.Continue reading
Fellow white peeps, please read up on the systemic racism that exists blatantly in this world, as well as the undercurrent of prejudice that flows through everyday life. Sign petitions, reach out, donate if you can. Talk to family and friends, spread awareness and support and love. As the younger generation of white people it is our duty to take an honest look at our own privilege and harboured subconscious prejudices.Continue reading
The room falls silent, everyone looks at me.Continue reading
I’ve always felt small when in the sea.Continue reading
Forget the language of love – we’re diving into the language of orgasms.
‘What’s the difference between a golf ball and a clitoris?’
‘A man will spend 15 minutes looking for a golf ball.’Continue reading