BATHROOM PHILOSOPHER

  Dear Mother, I'm afraid you were right. I thought I found someone who admires me for something less obvious until Mr. Director enthused that I filled a distinct void which only his mother occupied. That my aura is hot and funny. He is confident that you have probably bumped into his mother at the... Continue Reading →

Voice In My Text

 ‘The voice in my head tells me what to write. The voice in my text tells me I should read some more’ – Lila Voice in my text. Dying to communicate. Imagine having a place where you don’t have to be anything other than exactly who you are in all your fabulous messy glory. There... Continue Reading →

Voice in My Text

'The voice in my head tells me what to write. The voice in my text tells me I should read some more' - Lila Voice in my Text. Dying to communicate. Imagine having a place where you don't have to be anything other than exactly who you are in all your fabulous messy glory. There... Continue Reading →

Unto Us Struggle Is Born

Woke up to Taylor Swift "I knew You Were Trouble." I can picture mum merking her own rendition with Aaliyah in the background expressing approval for every vocal she belts out. I ain't even mad at that. I'm a shell of what I used to be. I am indifferent to Lila and whatever she stands... Continue Reading →

For Unto Us Struggle Is Born

Woke up to Taylor Swift "I knew You Were Trouble." I can picture mum merking her own rendition with Aaliyah in the background expressing approval for every vocal she belts out. I ain't even mad at that. I'm a shell of what I used to be. I am indifferent to Lila and whatever she stands... Continue Reading →

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