(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"
(a continuation from cereal for dinner, ramen for breakfast) you know those days that seem never-ending? they’re unhurried and everything seems to drag out and take its time: getting out of bed takes an hour longer than it usually does; making breakfast is more painstaking – taking the bronze saucepan out the cupboard, then boiling […]Read more "we’re all a mess but, that’s besides the point"
everyone experiences joy differently. she is embedded within each of us because of how we are created. and despite the similarity of our organs, outwardly we differ in the same way joy differs within each of us. she is wired, shaped and moulded differently in each person, as no star in the sky is […]Read more "joy is _______"
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"
it’s typical for us to end up hibernating in a café when the weather makes a decision to be dreary and wet. I look out the window, my hands wrapped around my coffee mug balancing on my right knee, one leg crossed over the other. I love the rain, it brings out the life and […]Read more "cereal for dinner, ramen for breakfast"
I received Chinua Achebe’s ‘African Trilogy’ as a Christmas present, and it has deeply moved me. I encountered African literature when I was younger through Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s ‘Purple Hibiscus’. Since then, the majority of books I have read have been by authors from the west, and less so from other countries in the world. […]Read more "things fall apart"
thank you for adding light to my day with your warm smile. the world needs more people like you. those that smile at random strangers, those that don’t know how such a small act of kindness could easily lift a person’s mood, and turn a cloudy day into a sunny one. you see, university has […]Read more "to the woman wearing the yellow scarf,"
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"
Hey Friend, why don’t you grab a drink, hot or cold, and come sit with me for a moment. Okay, are you comfortable? Good, let’s get started. These words have been a long time coming, considering I’ve been ruminating on the words for a few months, and haven’t been able to get them down on […]Read more "your life matters"