merry christmas

people always say kindness is contagious and it’s so true. christmas eve makes everyone a tiny bit happier and it warms my heart. we’re all a tiny bit nicer and a tiny bit friendlier and it honestly gives me hope for our future. seeing that boy and his dad shake the bus drivers hand and

gap year

how unfair is it that we have to let go of being young and carefree and one day have to hold down a job and a mortgage and pay electricity and do our own laundry. i think i have decided that i want to live this part of my life for as long as i

ramble

i like this song (begin again by tippy balady). it’s not even good but it’s one of those happy lazy songs that make me think of endless summer days spent with friends and it makes me imagine long car rides with you in the passenger seat and ice cold ciders in the garden and swimming

the summer of ’18

this summer was an absolute dream. i don’t think i could have wished for a more perfect, happy two months with the people i love most. endless days of sun and warm grass and plane rides and ice cream made me fall in love with life again. i had time to daydream and drown myself

what’s up?

today, i packed for a weekend of good music, wine capri-suns and muddy camping with my best friends. i am so excited for it. concerts are where i feel the most alive; surrounded by hundreds of people whose only purpose for an hour or so is to have fun. after, i have one night at

this is how it goes

you’re sitting on your bed, scrolling through pages of words you wrote a year, two years ago. a rush of nostalgia and peace and pride at the things you’ve been through and the growing you’ve been through. i am so grateful for writing. i cannot describe how lucky i feel to have had all that

youth

i know it sounds so disgustingly romantic but i can’t seem to recall how i grew up so fast. suddenly i’m sat at a table in costa with a soya latte scrolling through my calendar. i’m seventeen in two weeks and i’m trying to understand the photoelectric effect, reciting the rules of alkane nomenclature and

for the dreamers

i love people and they way they stand up for the things they care about and how they make the same mistakes over and over again and rip their hearts out for the people they love and make music and daydream about a fairer world and argue about the best way of making one and

funny, isn’t it?

i don’t know why i still get surprised whenever the tide changes. things that meant the world to me three weeks ago are no longer a part of my life and i have finally realised that maybe it’s for the best. i have so much hope in me. my best friend and i spent a