Sometimes you can fall into a boyband abyss, okay, actually fairly often. Especially if your heart feels a little all over the place. The lyrics

I felt stuck, somewhere between familiar chaos and the complete unknown, there I was. My heart felt scattered, pulled from possibility to familiarity. It wasn’t

“You and I have always had a connection” he says, smiling at me as if he had missed me. Somehow, so far into the confusion

Ah, men. Some a fleeting moment, some leave such an impact you’re picking their name out of your conversations for years to come. It’s just

Fuckboys love to take their uncertainty out on us, like let me just act SO WEIRD for a few days now since we got very

Isn’t it a strange thing to realise that he has all the answers you’re searching for? We spend so much time wondering what he’s thinking,

Time is a funny thing, it can create all this distance and not knowing between people, yet you can find something, see something or hear

When you have three twenty-something women sitting around a table, chances are there’s often going to be three twenty-something men to analyse. One is inconsistent

I was certain, so certain that there were many women out there planning weddings to the love of their life, deeply pondering flower choices, while

We stood under a Springtime night sky, frozen in a completely ordinary moment. I looked at him, was I naive to believe this time would

Ex-anxiety, or almost-ex anxiety, anyone relate? Like when you cared about someone so much you have to totally detox your life and social media of

Nothing burdens modern relationships quite like pride. Timing texts, not texting first, choosing when to reply. There are all these cyber waves of uncertainty that

It was a jeans and a nice top type of night, the kind of night that you never have high hopes for so you shave

The absence of Christmas nights out this year has me distraught, many a romantic story have come out of the 12 pubs over the years.

My phone buzzed at 11pm, as I was in bed halfway through a mini quarter-life crisis. “Hey xx” he said. I thought of my mum

We all have a sore spot in love, the place where “Why wasn’t I good enough?” lives and breathes. No doubt this is a question