The girl with the dirty blonde hair, the one with the eyes everdeep, like dinner plates wrapped in reflective sheet. I remember a similar gaze, the one that sent an electric shock through my core, the one that made me reach further, just a little bit more. Presence is an interesting thing; so much can … Continue reading dirty blonde.
All my life I believed that I didn't deserve nutri-grain, that I couldn't obtain nutri-grain; a childhood spent deprived of such luxuries. I never thought I'd be captain, I never thought I'd rise above. A life spent missing the mark, falling short, the usual story of trauma and unrealised potential. Experiences that shaped me, that … Continue reading Weetbix and sugar,