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Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Dear Ex boyfriend(s)

It turns out it wasn't you. Ok, it was you, but it was also me. For all the times i called you an asshole and agonised over all the ways that you ruined everything, its funny that I didn't once consider that i may have been wrong too.

We hurt each other. We hurt each other while we were each fumbling around trying to make it work and again when we were tallying the points of who was the bigger douchebag. What we failed to realise is that you can't win a break-up. There are not enough points in the world to rub out the enormity of having someone in your life and not having them anymore.

Whether we were serious or not, whether we whispered breathless "i love you's"or we just found each other funny and brilliant for a little while, there will always be a space in time that you occupied. That is worth missing. 

So for all the bashing and anger, its time i say thank you too, you beautiful bastard. Thank you even for the crappy times, if nothing else they teach me the kind of love i can't accept. I read somewhere that you should "forget with generosity the people who couldn't love you'- and maybe that's it, isn't it? Closing the door gently behind you.


I don't usually re-blog other people's stuff, but when i read this piece by Andrea Gibson i realised it was too beautiful not to share.

Maybe strangers can change us too.

"I knew the sea was made of the same stuff as tears.

That meant that people were walking around

with sharks between their ears.

That meant they would hear the world "love"

and start running from the teeth" <----

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Lets not go home together?

Its like we dont expect to be courted anymore. I know, it all sounds very 20th century France but there's got to be more to it then just: guy meets girl, guy buys girl a drink at the bar, drunk guy and girl stumble home together. Surely?

I don't know, perhaps im a little too romantic for the "your nudes are safe with me" generation, but i require a little banter, a lot of good conversation and hopefully a little exclusivity- then who knows, i mean who is to get in the way of two consenting adults? lol. But even that, who taught men to court us like they are entitled to our bodies?

We blame men, we shouldnt.what we should do is demand more, "EARN ME" shouted Olivia Pope- im screaming in unison.

Seriously though, give me a little less casual. Stop tweeting me, stop calling me and just show up at my door and ask me how the fuck I am.

In the meantime, I'm going to sleep diagonally across my double bed and buy my own damn drainks.

Wednesday, 17 April 2013


Perhaps we like pink because we wear too much black

Perhaps we like diamonds because people aren't transparent

Perhaps we dont want to grow up because we've never been children

- Forever 21