The UK is slowly reopening: the first children have returned to school, non-essential retail is set to open on 15th June, and some sporting events have already resumed (albeit without a crowd).
Contrary to popular belief, 2015 was, in fact, five years ago. I was hit with this sudden realisation about a week ago. I’ve been listening to old episodes of Time Crisis, a radio show hosted by Ezra Koenig, lead singer of Vampire Weekend. I always intended to listen back through these old episodes – it’sContinue reading “Pretending it’s 2015”
On 17th March 2020, two months ago, I wrote: “But I’m hopeful. Things will stabilise and get better, because they have to. I’m trying not to think too much about the details of how we’ll get there.” Grappling with uncertainty Just under a week later, on 23rd March, the UK would enter lockdown. And hereContinue reading “Lockdown, two months on”
In January 2020, I got the contraceptive implant. This was a big move for me, and it took a lot of deliberating to finally decide that I would try this form of contraception. There are some incredibly useful sources of information online that I used, as well as myriad opinions on and experiences of differentContinue reading “Periods, contraception, the implant, and me”
I read (and watched) Sally Rooney’s Normal People in under 48 hours. Now, I’m not one for savouring things, even normally. Books and TV shows, though split into parts, are wholes – and I always have a niggling fear that, if I consume them too slowly, I’ll have forgotten the beginning by the time I’veContinue reading “Sex in Sally Rooney’s Normal People“
With the recent sunshine beaming down on the UK, I’ve been finding myself outside a lot: reading, writing, lounging, listening to music. I cover myself in lightweight clothing, and head into the garden. I watch the breeze brush through the bushes, the blossom drop in a puddle around the trees. I get to wear theContinue reading “Finding my purpose[lessness]”
Disclaimer/Content Note: I talk a lot about obsessive exercise and calories in this post. I’m not diagnosing myself with anything, nor am I prescribing a perspective or attitude to have, nor am I a qualified authority on anything to do with health at all, as you’ll see below. This is just my experience, one thatContinue reading “Wanting to be unquantifably healthier”
I stopped waking up to alarms about a year ago. It’s a luxury few can afford, but one that I implore more people take (if they can).
I vaguely remember, when I was younger, being told by someone – a friend, or a TV show, or a YouTuber – that we should be comfortable with our quirks, because they’re the parts of us that the person we are romantically ‘meant to be with’ will love the most. The mole on your stomach,Continue reading “On imperfection”