I don't know what to say anymore. It feels the same, and yet, I feel as if every word I have ever spoken or written about mum has not gotten near enough to what I have felt for the past five years. You get used to it. And when you feel like there's something missing … Continue reading five years.
I am a proclaimed tinder kaweeeen. And, for once, the proclamation was not self-imposed. I have been in a complicated relationship with tinder for about five years now, and I have broken up with it again for probably the 14th time. (And hopefully last). It all began one fateful day in the wonderful establishment that … Continue reading rackers’ guide to a swipe-right-able tinder
We all have a bad side. You know when you need to take a group photo, and everyone has to rearrange themselves perfectly on their good side? And it's always a slight disaster when you and your friend have the same good side? Cue awkward back to front pose. Mine is my right side. There … Continue reading the luck of mirrors
You’ll have moments in life where everything is weighed down; not only your heart, your stomach and your shoulders and your head — when was the last time you were able to lift your head? When was the last time life didn’t feel so heavy? You have to say goodbye to people who are your … Continue reading for them.
It's so easy to fall asleep on the subway. The calm rocking of the cars and the movement, you close your eyes and click, you're asleep. Hands clutched tightly around your bag and phone, of course. I closed my eyes, knowing I still had a half hour ride on my hands. I was only closing … Continue reading new york musings
Every time a special day rolls around, I debate with myself on whether I should write something for, and about, you. My mum. It is the fifth mothers day without you, and the fifth year I still have so many words I could write about the love I have for you. Five years, and five … Continue reading mother’s day
You win a pass to a style Q&A with Jesinta Franklin and the inner fan girl goes crazy. Oh my god, what kind of questions should I ask? How do I act? What should I wear? How do I do my makeup? Will I be able to get a photo with her? She's this big, … Continue reading she’s one of us: q&a with jesinta
*TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE* It was my fault. Dark red. On my lips. On my nails. On my thighs. It was my fault. Dark red. Sound of my pleas. Aura around his skin. It was my fault. Dark red. Blood under my nails. Beating of my heart. His eyes, dark green. So calm, peaceful. Turned … Continue reading my fault: a poem
Fuck sake. This was up there with one of the hardest to write. I started it, and erased it, and wrote almost exactly the same introduction, and erased it again. Everything happens for a reason. There it is. Simultaneously one of the most comforting -- and most terrifying -- thoughts to try and make sense … Continue reading everything happens for a reason
I don’t know how transcendent an experience you can have at 10:30pm on a Saturday night, tucked up in bed with your head stuck in a book. I don’t know how real this experience of mine was, or if it’s the pure exhaustion my soul is currently feeling at play. I don’t know if it’s … Continue reading inner body experience