music
three memories
and four songs
Writer Mum of 2 Nonsense person
music
and four songs
not the fun, car-exploding kind
thoughts on The Quarry, and happy horror memories
the loneliness of the small hours
music
on growing up
life
on guilt, and work, and the end of summer holiday blues
music
What feels like a hundred years ago, I made this statement: What was I thinking, straightjacketing myself in this way? Since that fateful morning, I've reverted back to my teenage insomnia, having dozens of sleepless nights. Just night after night of no sleep. I am that thing I
gaming
on zoning out
gaming
On comforting memories
pokemon
'The slowness is a feature, not a bug.'
On dancing close to the line