Category: Writing
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Why I Love To Hate Valentine’s Day
Table for one, please. đŚ So Valentine’s Day is fast approaching, and once again for yet another year I have that dreaded sinking feeling in my cold-hearted chest. That’s right, I’m single, which automatically means I resign to a life of embitterment and resentment. Even the slightest ‘peck on the cheek’ of the lovey dove…
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Um…Hi?
Realising that the last thing I wrote on here was with regards to dating apps truly haunts me inside. Maybe writing that oh so magical post zapped all the magic from within me and had me running for the hills on my hiatus for so long? Or maybe it’s because I was afraid of judgment,…
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Why Does Relaxing Feel Like A Sin?
*Why does this photo make me laugh so much? I’m wrong for this. Is it just me or does she look like the lead in ‘Voldemort’s half-sister’ or something (ok never mind)? đ Ahem, guilt shouldnât rid us of the pleasure of taking a break, relaxing shouldnât be deemed a âsinâ. Nor a ârewardâ for…
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Why Are my Dreams Getting Stranger??
Last night I dreamt that I was waterskiing off of the fin of a Great White shark….I haven’t watched ‘Jaws’ in years so where did that one come from? Dreams – so vivid in the moment yet escape from our minds more often than not within the blink of an eye. Messages from our subconscious…
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Groundhog Day
I don’t really know what to talk about, perhaps if I type for long enough some eureka moment might strike me much like the sudden urge to pee just as you’re in early morning traffic. I feel like everyday is Groundhog day in my life currently, yes – new month new me pessimistic perspective about…
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Why Is Life So Hard (Sometimes)?
âLife is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.â– Confucious I think we can convince ourselves at times that the word ‘simple’ is synonymous with ‘boring’. And no-one wants a boring life, right? So what do we do, we fill our day with numerous ‘tasks’, be it in the physical sense or simply…
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Poem: Lies
Words and actions – unmatched. The truth is shrouded in mystery. So far back in history, That I begin to doubt myself. The effort applied to closing my ears and eyes, While you reveal a lie, concealing what should, Be known. Why spend more time, more energy, Entangling yourself in a web of secrecy? For…
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Art Art Art
Sentences which would spring to mind if I were to gaze upon the beauty of these masterpieces at the museum: ‘The Look’ – when someone steals your last crisp. Royal Collection Trust The ‘home late from work infront of the TV seriously questioning what I’m doing with my life’ kind of look. When Mother opens…
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Should I Get A Pet Pt III?
Welcome to the final instalment to my pet chronicles. And I’ve saved my favourite to last, because yes like my parents I do have favourites, and mine are the loveable, huggable cats and dogs! The cat – ‘Luna’ Here she is in all her feline glory, ready to claw your arm to shreds one minute…
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Should I Get A Pet Pt II?
If you missed my account of âTiger Lilyâ the assassin goldfish and my escapee terrapins, check it out here. And now onto the next poor sods to ever cross my path, the mini-dinosaurs of the world – the birds. The Budgerigars It must be a sad life being a bird trapped in a cage, and…
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Should I Get A Pet?
Growing up, my house was one animal short of being the 21st centuryâs answer to Noahâs ark. From terrapins to budgies, fish to cats and dogs, and even the occasional earthworm and snail, itâs fair to say that my parents were pretty open to the idea of having their house destroyed by their adorable children…
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My Love….
My eyes did not widen, Like heavy husks of tea-soaked bread, I lay idle, unable to move. Submerged in the viscosity of my own tears. How could you leave me all alone on this planet? After all of these years. They say a heart heals in the hands of time. So why does mine only hurt…
The Neon Squid 