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Who Am I 2019
A new year has finally come and the dance that was 2018 is very much over. And here we all are- 25 days in and slowly edging closer. Ready to try again. Despite not completing the same rituals as the last few years, I’m somehow feeling more optimistic then worrisome about how the next 11…
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People Puzzles
On Saturday night I wasn’t on my own. I was awake at 5am; not studying. Adrift in puddles of pot, a boy’s hand wrapped up in mine and a white blanket covering my body, too thin to be warm. Balloons float above my head, helium and wine. I stare up so I don’t stare within.…
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Grow up or Become More Ourselves?
I lost my wallet on the train. Again. It was the second time (my dad likes this part) in two weeks. In response, I decided to turn these mini-heart attacks into a lesson just in case I lost something else. So, I set myself the challenge of selected 30 images out a few thousands that…
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Mistake In Proximity
Sometimes, there are no amount of words that can possibly elevate your pain. As a writer, human and lover of how liberating words and good communication can be, this perplexes me. With friendships, airing bad feelings is a necessity in helping people feel heard and move forward together. In group-work, communication is the only tug-boat…
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How to Politely Swallow Family Relationships
In a world where we finally figure out we can pick and choose the relationships we invest in, then comes the reality that sometimes life chooses for you. No one can outrun the staple truth that family is a completely different sock draw, which operates on the same toxic principles of high school. Don’t get…
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Molt
Your silence an assault. A few weeks of love… I try not to flinch, as I m o l t. Allergic, no one’s fault.
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The End
Broken; now a piece of scrap. C u t o p e n, l e ft for s i l e n ce …
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Tastes like Time
You were a beautiful starter seed, one I hope never to need.
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Why My Career Won’t Be My Passion
There is a toothless gap between like and love. Passions and Careers. I know I like drawing/designing and that I love writing. The difference most evident through feel. Passions are more than just a habit or hobby. It’s fluent, thoughtless and yet full of thought. When I’m writing, I think my hands and mind talk to each other more honestly…
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The ‘What If’ of Eyes
I should have asked him what he was thinking up there. Before he joined the crowd; where did he go when his eyes turned off and his fingers were more awake than ever? And there we all were, just watching. Live music is such a bizarre concept- humans watching other humans. If I had a…
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Handbags That Keep Me Up @Night
FACT: the fashion industry from it’s shell is a horror show. Sweat shops, shallowness, little diversity, impossible beauty standards and internships that dispose of dreams. Scrape it all back and let’s remember the real reason people keep investing: Fashion taps into our thinking. What it means to be human and to express ourselves. To use our…
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Street-Styled Bacon
When thinking about power-dressing or ‘dressing for the self’ I often wonder where to begin. Some of us start by considering the weather, relationship status or work expectations. On the daily commute, I often adore gawking at Vogue’s street-style looks, snapped at the latest Fashion Week. I think it’s a non-offensive claim that the randomness of…
Beyond Curious 