The One That Got Away (or why you should never take expensive …

I have learned, in my 22 years of life, that some things are just not meant to be. Sometimes things happen, so far out of your control that they leave you wondering if you’re not just in some random Sim’s…

Forging my Own Path

There’s always been a hill before me. Sometimes so steep it’s practically a mountain (like now), sometimes a gentle, grassy knoll that takes a few steps to overcome. A lot of the scarier, almost entirely vertical mountains, with their their…

I have no idea what I’m doing

There’s something really cathartic about writing down thoughts and feelings for people on the internet to somewhat relate to. The process goes like this: conceive an idea, tap black keys with white letters to make black letters appear on white…

I am not a product

I am not a product. I’m not four limbs and a torso of stiff, ABS plastic, and a head of soft PVC. I am not secured by four ties to three walls of cardboard with an acetate window to look…

The Troubles of Having a Baby Face

At 22 years old, I’m routinely mistaken for being 16, and getting ‘double ID’d’ is just par for the course. In between all of the ‘omg you’ll look so young when you’re X age’ or ‘you’re so luckyyyyyy’ outbursts from…

10 signs you’ve found a brilliant group of friends

Let’s raise a glass for all the gal-pals and bromances that are so completely platonic when everyone and their bloomin’ dog is trying to sell us romance out of their backsides. When you’ve committed your immediate future to your degree,…

On being Single

Ah February. The month where suddenly everything is heart shaped, and we all sit in this weird chocolate battle between selection boxes and Easter eggs. In the great Valentine’s debate, I’m a solid fence sitter: not really for, not really…

Don’t cut the creativity

I’ve seen a couple of tweets going around this week about creative GCSE’s / A-levels and educational reforms, and I’m not going to pretend that a) I really know what’s going on, because I don’t quite have the time to…

…and breathe

That’s it! Bye first semester of final year, hopefully see you never. Well, apart from results in a little while but for now I get a whole 12 days of actual decent sleep and food and fitness and I can…


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