Yesterday I found out my Nan's husband passed away. My Mum called me as I was laying in bed, having just sent her a text to say goodnight and that I'd speak to her the next day. Her ringing me... Continue Reading →
Do we only reveal the stories we want to tell? Maybe there's an unspoken NDA in relationships that I simply don't live by.
This is a shout to my best friend. Among a few other people. And things, I suppose.
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You've probably heard it a million times. The song is somewhat of a curse. But actually, if you listen to it, Little Mix have got a point. This is exactly how we see relationships in 2017.
My experience with women is a rather strange one. During these experiences I've come to realise something. Lesbians are a bit like a bad smell that just won't go away. No matter how much Febreeze you use.
It's human nature to have things that turn us on, but what about what turns us off?
Once upon a time for a split second I was a civilised ballet-goer. Then the interval hit, we looked at one another, unsure on what the other was thinking. "Rock paper scissors?"