Fight Night

Claret on cotton and hearts on sleeves; words that hurt and eyes that bleed. After too much truth serum, I … More

Meant To

Apparently, you’re not supposed to smile when a cat scratches you. That’s what he told me when he realised that I … More

No, I don’t mind making the sandwiches for the picnic—it’s strangely satisfying to slice the cheddar for your Ploughman’s using the same knife … More

Monday super sad again today, choosing names for children that I’ll never have. Tuesday thinking about that time we took … More

I saw a Picasso painting and it fucked me up because it wasn’t oil on canvas, it was a mirror. … More

I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More

1. I am a letter. I have been sliced open and arranged with all the others. Important / ignored / … More

You mix my medication into a pot of vanilla yoghurt and instruct me on how to eat. Open. Come on. … More

09:23 The last time I met Emily Dickinson in my dreams we had coffee and ice cream, and I taught … More

1. Thursday night in the city / 10pm-ish I think / I’m busy / doing nothing / watching / the … More