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]”
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).
In Cambridge, they say that, by the time you graduate University, you should have achieved one of the following: a First – this is the best UK grade ranking that you can graduate with a Blue – or your ‘colours’, something you can achieve by representing the University on one of its sports teams aContinue reading “Love, love, love”
Why I’m refusing to let my 2020 get bogged down with resolutions It’s that time of the year again! Misty mornings, lazy days, that beautiful waiting game between Christmas and New Year where all we eat is leftovers and junk food. But it’s OK: we’re not bound by our resolutions, yet. How many New Year’sContinue reading “New Year, SAME Me”