feminism, writing

That Green Gentleman

I've had something on my mind recently, a weight I just can't shake, like a snake that's sunk its fangs into my spine. Envy. Jealousy. Subtly different words that apply to every person in the world. I fall foul of them more than I should, to the extent where it just makes me look like… Continue reading That Green Gentleman

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Reminiscent Of A Different Time

I saw my old best friend today. We were close from when we were three until when we were nine, and then slowly drifted into the space of 'just a friend' and then into 'just a nothing'. I moved schools, then I moved towns, and then everything didn't fit anymore. But I saw her again… Continue reading Reminiscent Of A Different Time

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Year Twelve SO FAR…

An alternative title to this post could be 'doing 4 A-Levels will kill you', but I'm still waiting for the early onset of arthritis to kick in. Confirmation pending. I'll let you know how I get on with the whole dying thing. The first week of my sixth form experience began last Monday (5th September). We… Continue reading Year Twelve SO FAR…

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Turning The Page

I'm standing outside a massive building, feeling kind of out of place with a slightly-too-nerdy t-shirt and far too lurid shoes. I know no one, and this is painfully obvious. My eyes resemble Dracula with a hangover, and it's blatant that I'd just stopped crying. And thus begins my first day of Sixth Form... It wasn't… Continue reading Turning The Page

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Septemblurgh

Where the hell did August go? That was a rhetorical question, by the way. I know the answer, really. But it's not like I haven't done anything with my summer this time around - in fact I spent an uncharacteristic amount of time outside with friends and family this year (although after summer 2015, anything could… Continue reading Septemblurgh