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An Appeal for Loneliness
It’s 10:53 on a Thursday night. 21/9/2017 I love writing down the date and time. More than a formality installed from school, I think it feels like the human thing to do. Keep time, mark it as special. Make it mean something more than repetitive sounds on a clock; one hand to the next. I am…
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Queen B & Girl G
So there we were. Five girls, five cocktails at a table surrounded by plastic shrubbery. It felt like something out of a movie. At the far end of the table was girl G. The one I didn’t want to cast a general look at, let alone have in hitting distance. Unlike the other three, she…
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Dating in the Dark
To d a t e is to _ _ _ _ _ _ _? After far too many nights wondering why my friends haven’t had any luck with this popular adult activity, I decided to answer the question myself. I think it’s important first and foremost to start off on the right…
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Remember Me
Colourful take on Brooklyn street-style, inspired by the creative graphic editor Leonnie Sue Johnson.
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What 20 Really Means
When we turn 20 we enter a race. Some of us seek adventure. Others enjoy reliving high-school, in the most unflattering way possible. Some build a safe house out of friends, while others leave home. To become someone different. Some run as fast as they can in whatever direction seems the more shiny. Some of…
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When The Past Makes A Comeback
Ingredients: 1 X litre of tequila spread across a week 3 x series of Sex and the City 1 x IPhone with no text messages from said person 1 x bed/couch to hide from the world 1-2 x dog for cuddles. If you have recently indulged in any of the above, then you too have…
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Words
To cook veal, we must first beat it tender. To soften and then swallow. With people we are much the same, except society dictates our only weapon of choice are our words. You cannot merely make someone understand how you feel via shaking them, hugging them or slapping their ass. Words must always follow in…
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Silence Speaks
Hello dear blog, we haven’t spoken in a while- I’ve been hiding out. Silent, in your exile. I fell into something, I wasn’t sure I could get out. The singing had turned to humming, and before I knew it, I was getting drunk on my own self-doubt. Saturated, in his red wine.…
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Creatures that Think in the Dark
Like an epileptic goldfish in a new tank, he paces back and forth. “I’m not use to this room—” he states to himself. Twenty-two sets of eyes all watch; the back and forth kind of hypnotic. It’s easy to understand that people who work in Advertising are always the smartest people in the room. It’s…



