(albums for these words – click a number: one. two. three. ) I hope you know that you are wholly valued and seen in this moment. that even if you may not feel the embrace of the world or the people you compare yourself to, that even though it sounds incredible cliché – you are […]
Read more "for when comparison plagues you,"
( a continuation from we’re all a mess but, that’s besides the point) – a playlist for this post – autumn unfolds itself within me, and it has been my undoing. where anxiety and depression have cloaked me and warmed me in their embrace. I watch the sun rise and set, laying down wrapped in my […]
Read more "sorry, but there’s a pandemic"
(an album for this post) ultimately, I know that when it’s hard soon come, it’ll be easier. the tides won’t be so high and they’ll surface onto the seabed, blending into one another eventually washing away. and, with honesty comes vulnerability, and I’m still learning how to plant those seeds. I’ve been sitting in the […]
Read more "yellow trees"
(this posts playlist) autumn is a strange time of year. it’s one of my favourite parts of the year mainly due to: the colours; the anticipation of Christmas; the fashion; the cold weather combined with hot drinks and endless rain; plus, an excuse to not leave the house and just read a book. I […]
Read more "a note on grace"
there are a lot of things that I don’t want to do but must do because they set in stone the future that I envision for myself, and long to have. there are some things that must go unsaid and be done rather than sitting, rubbing my hands on wooden, mahogany tables and dwelling in […]
Read more "brown, maybe muted"
Fear built up in her chest to a point where she felt so overwhelmed with feelings of guilt, worry, and frustration. She lay on her umber brown wooden floor, in her what initially seemed warm, but was now cold and lifeless studio. The sun shone through the large windows, gently laying itself comfortably on her […]
Read more "fear, and wooden floors"
There seems to be an unspoken rule in our generation, that it’s okay to be you, unless you no longer fit into societies standards of ‘being you’ or ‘normal’. We have gotten to the point where we are all so different, that different, strange, unique, call it what you want – is now the new […]
Read more "sunday musings: it’s okay to be you"
sunday, once more 