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How is it fair that you got to touch me before I could ever feel like I could touch myself? Advertisements

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You

fantastical and magical and all-around wonderful and marvellous, fantabulous, and tremendous (I really can’t articulate my love  for you, my dear)

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Little Nan’s Bar, Deptford

The best of every nan’s living room, right on Deptford’s doorstep. We’ve all been there – warm hues of scattered browns and golds, shabby trinkets, Bone China dinner sets, and worn – but equally as comfortable settees. I’m sure I speak for many of us when I say that the welcoming atmosphere of our grandparent’s house is […]

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Dear Birch

“Stop everything! It’s snowing”, squeaked the birch to the vast, naked oak as icy flakes fluttered slowly – down, down, down, to the lightly dusted ground.  Snow had been long overdue. Tiny tips of green had already begun to sprout from the very ends of the birch’s branches as winter drew to a pass. The oak gently shuddered and […]

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Anxiety

uneasinesswraps around every musclepulls and squeezes at each tendonembraces each boneand breaks through flesh,too tattered to be porcelain

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An introduction

    At a meagre four years old, my mum decided that I was some kind of writing prodigy for no other reason than knowing how to spell the word “decide”. I had written a short story about a duck that decided to dress up as a swan. She even showed off to my grandma, […]

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