What It Means To Love And Be Loved

Love has taken on such a different meaning for me as I’ve gotten older. When I was younger I was such an unashamed, hopeless romantic; embarrassingly so. I would moon out of raindrop covered car windows at the night sky and sigh onto the glass, draw a wobbly heart in the patch of cloudy condensation…

My Messy, Unoffical, Love-Filled List Of Goals For 2019

As the year draws to a close we are all currently suspended, bloated and restless, in that post Christmas pre-New Years limbo. I feel myself entering the familiar bubble of nostalgia and deflation that always settles over me at this stage, an irrational yearn for the year that we’re sending off and the overwhelming prospects…