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Thoughts, Stories and Randomness from the mind of a writer


May 2016

Regarding spam. I know that it's a thing that I have to deal with. I get that, I honestly do. But really? Today I had four individual spam comments all offering 'animal sex pics'. I know I shouldn't necessarily trust... Continue Reading →


Letters to a friend: On trust

First off I want to apologise if this bit doesn't apply to you. This is my second weepy post in as many days, and there may be more to come, but this is my outlet, and if anyone doesn't like... Continue Reading →

I never realised how much it would hurt. Spending five years with people, even those who I don't like, leaves a bond of sorts-a kind of relationship formed through sharing experiences. There are many in my year group who I... Continue Reading →

An honest opinion

I was going to post about the English exam, but in my effort to be original (or at least unpredictable) I will be writing about something dear to my heart. SPOILER ALERT for THE HOBBIT and THE LORD OF THE... Continue Reading →

Pretty Man?

Are pretty men a thing? I mean, obviously they are... ...but is it socially acceptable to say that a guy is pretty? In western culture ( well-popular culture) we seem to like our men unpolished yet still (mostly) gentlemen, both... Continue Reading →

Review: An Abundance of Katherines by John Green

I was meant to be revising chemistry today, but I foolishly brought a notebook to school, which may have been a slight distraction. Basically I've written a book review and a rant today, so I submit them for the approval... Continue Reading →

So yesterday was balloon day. For anyone who doesn't know what that is, it's basically where a bunch of overgrown children let go of balloons and kill the environment to celebrate the end of school. Kind of. Anyway. It was... Continue Reading →


You need to watch this. Even if you don't like Muse, I would still recommend it, because it is simply that beautiful. It feels true, and it pulled at me. I can't put it better than that.

Thick as Thieves

We are in pre-revolution Paris, watching a wide alleyway, with a brightly lit cafĂ© at one end, lined with dark shops filled with mysterious instruments and books. There are only a few people there, none of them paying attention to... Continue Reading →

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