Tag: beauty
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Doomsday Dating Apps
Dating applications – where to begin….. I develop a headache as soon as I start to think about them. They say that we shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover but isn’t that exactly what we’re doing on those platforms? If Timmy’s hairline recedes so much as a millimetre too far on the upper left…
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When Will The Summer Arrive?! :(
If you find yourself clutching onto a hot water bottle as if it were a life-saving hand at the top of a cliff which had your death sealed on it. Then you must only be in Northern Ireland in the height of its scorching summer at 14 degrees Celsius (on a good day). Yes…
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Poem – ‘A’ Is For Attraction
Enveloped in an aura of eternal amor. Any armour I adorned, Has been undone, it has been torn. Most magnetic is the mystery. My mind is mute from misery, As my heart mends from the lover before. ‘A’ is for attraction, The feeling of acceptance, Of an emotion more alien and more raw.…
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Poem: Timeless Beauty
Timeless beauty. What a contradiction. Will you still love me, When my hair loses thickness? When my skin starts to wrinkle? When my youth is but memory in the distance? Time. It’s bittersweet. Cruel to the appearance. Yet kind to the mind. Stripping away my pride in my looks, To expose an endearment for…
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Is Talent Subpar To Appearance?
“As a woman you are constantly fighting against only being valued for your looks, because it becomes a very tenuous thing, to be defined by the gaze of others. And beauty is, by definition, ephemeral: it’s a thing you can’t trap in time. It’s a butterfly: it lives for a second. So to make a…
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Summer Fashion
I’m not sure if you’d agree but it seems that we all dress better when the sun is out. Be it through using pops of colour to more extravagant patterns, in my view the sun does more than simply brighten up mood, it brightens up our wardrobes. Below are some looks I resort to in…
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Poem: Time
Time. Moving passed like Dew dripping from the leaves of The waxiest cuticles. My hands, Gnarled, close tight, Around the memories, Uprooted by those of time. Time, A spectre of the night, Time, invisible to the eye Of even the most profound inspectors. I suspect. Expecting time to wait for, Any man. Is…
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My Face
I feel like today is one of those days were my face refuses to show any sort of expression, similar to what I can only assume the lovechild of an over-botoxed barbie and a saddened clown would sport had they just been given the news that their goldfish bubbles just died. Yes, my face…
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The Most Bizarre Home Remedies
Currently I have this massive blind pimple on my forehead that could rival any set of antlers on a prime young stag. Ofcourse this is the week I have work experience with a nice little editorial name and an interview gig at the weekend. So no better time for acne to make an unwanted appearance…
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Poem: A December Day
A December Day The air is crisp, cold and clean. My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust. I feel like a fairytale’s dragon. The darkness cloaks the clouds, Choking out any lasting glimmers of light, As the sun sets low in the Winter sky. The trees look fragile. Their vulnerability exposed, By…
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The Worst Christmas Gifts You Could Ever Receive
Whoever said it’s the thought that counts and not the gift has obviously never received a multipack of wet wipes or a tin opener on Christmas morning. Get your head out the clouds sunshine and understand the hard cold facts that there are hard cold individuals out there who think that the below could actually…
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Can you really judge a book by its cover?
When your mother use to tell you to put on your ‘Sunday best’, was that really for God or for the fellow church dwellers? Time and time again I have been proven wrong, I look at someone thinking ‘oh they’ll be friendly’ and instead I’m met with a look as if they’ve been sucking lemons…
The Neon Squid 