
Taking Social Media With A Pinch Of Salt
I am always online. Whether it’s posting poems on Insta, scrolling through Facebook or sending important goss into my group chat with the gals, I

I am always online. Whether it’s posting poems on Insta, scrolling through Facebook or sending important goss into my group chat with the gals, I

I thought this would be a nice little post to put together if you’re just having one of those days and feel like a lift.

It has been a few days since I returned from my annual family holiday to the Cornish coast. I was raised on pasty and cream

Do… Go out. I know, I can’t be arsed right now either but I also don’t want to be the sad 23-year-old who stayed in

Earlier this year I travelled to London with my siblings to see Rupi Kaur. As it was only my sister who had visited London before,

Hi guys! If you haven’t realised already, I’m a big poetry fan. I’m all for the Insta Poetry movement and love how poetry has modernised

Hey guys! So I have reeeeally been struggling to think of blog post ideas lately. This just happens sometimes, nobody panic. So as the seasons begin

During December I decided to stop using social media for a while. This was a big step for me because I LOVE social media. Adore

I turned 23 yesterday, so I wanted to reflect on some ups, downs and adventures of 22. Here’s to another year of fun, new lessons and too

Hey guys! My favourite time of year has finally come around. I’m a January baby so of course I adore winter! Anyway, one of my

We are living in a strange generation. The generation of the dating mind-games, the “Will we? Won’t we? Does he? Doesn’t he?” The knock on

Hi everyone! So I know I haven’t written a post like this in a while because my poems and posts about Frankie took over, but

Every day I make choices. Do I have the Cornflakes or Granola? Do I wear jeans or leggings? Should I go on that date or

Dear fragile heart, I know you’re young, I am too. You think everything is the end of the world when really it hasn’t even started.

Life is a strange thing, one minute you feel like you’re watching every part of your life go down the toilet, and the next minute

When I think about my younger self I can distinctly remember a nervous little girl who didn’t say much. Fast forward to now, years later,