
“We Should Leap Towards Love And Leap Towards Life…”
Stepping into your own power can be scary. The current version of you is peering over a ledge and hoping the version of you that
Stepping into your own power can be scary. The current version of you is peering over a ledge and hoping the version of you that
To evolve is magic,to chop, change, embrace the journey.But we are often told to avoid, to settle,to sink our feet into the norm. Quicksand. Now
Walls and walls, winding and whispering, worried and worn. A single flower, fiery and rouge, sways to the left of the outside steps — a fighter amongst
Life is a journey. We arrive at destination A, not by choice but by chance, and then have a middle part before we land at
June fell over the town, a sprinkling of sunny afternoons and outstretched evenings. Overlooking a river, an old stone wall was laughing, lined with teenagers
You tell me you’ll text me tomorrow, and I don’t want to say this again, but you said that the last time, phone abuzz from
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – the dating pool is polluted. And the worst part about that fact? In order to
Love collected me from my house a little before 3pm. I didn’t know it was love at this point and love didn’t know me, all
Love – the small word that is meant to encompass everything great and wonderful in the world, yet somehow, it can sound frightening. I don’t
“So it turns out his friend was seeing you before and he said you’re a psycho…” Classic. I continued munching on my dairy milk as
“Oh my god, imagine if this guy ends up becoming your boyfriend!” I adored my Mum’s lingering optimism when it came to my love life,
When I was single, there were many times when I thought things were falling apart. It would usually start with dropping my favourite palette at
Twenty-something men are all things chaos, that is until they decide to schedule their random, out of the blue snap to you every few months.
I pressed play. This voice note came as quite a shock after the previous three days of radio silence, and his name was now lighting
We can’t see ghosts, but the world is full of them. Every woman we see – walking down the street, going into work, sitting in
I don’t know which feeling is more grim – lying awake beside a sleeping red flag who you know you should not be lying beside