It’s been flitting in and out of my head whether to do this or not, but lately, I’ve been feeling more and more like this is a necessity. I don’t care about whether you, reader, scroll past this and completely ignore this. There’s only one person I hope will see this; one person that I’m … Continue reading To my first love…
Posted some new chapters for Dear Future Daughter please give a read! This book details aspects of my life and deals with eating disorders, depression, suicide, abuse, etc. Click here to start reading: Dear Future Daughter
In case anybody is interested, I've just published a couple of chapters for a non-fiction book I finally plucked up the courage to attempt to finish called Dear Future Daughter, which addresses various events in my life. This book will deal with issues such as abuse, eating disorders, depression and suicide, so fair warning. If … Continue reading Dear Future Daughter – A Non-Fiction Short Book
I'm writing this because I want you to know that it's okay and I want to be one of those mothers that you feel comfortable enough to tell anything to - something I have always longed to have. Maybe I already told you by now, or maybe I didn't, but I went through a good … Continue reading Dear Future Daughter
OKAY KID-LINGTONS, LISTEN THE FUCK UP. I've found a little use for this blog, seeing as I've finished Year 1 uni and placement and I want to be a little more productive than watching Netflix all summer, seeing as I am a sad loser who doesn't have many plans looool. Everyone who knows me knows … Continue reading WATCH THIS SPACE
You know, despite all this huge LGBTQ acceptance and pride, I am still scared. I grew up in an extremely religious household, and although homosexuality had never been discussed in depth, I know exactly what my family's stance on it is. On the other hand, due to sexuality as a whole being a 'no-go' zone of … Continue reading So, this is what’s going on…
Standing behind her, he unpinned her hair and swept it to one side, taking his time, kissing her shoulders while he fiddled with the clasp on her necklace. Just as she noted how unusually gentle he was being, his fingers found the roots of her hair and he slammed her up against the door. With her cheek on the wood and her hands behind her back she could only roll her eyes, feeling a strange combination of relief and disbelief that this was happening again.
He said, right into her ear, “You look nice this evening.” She said, “You’re a terrible liar,” but she was secretly thrilled to have bumped into him while she was in a dress and lipstick. He’d only ever seen her dressed down in jeans and a shirt. Or wearing nothing but her socks.
She had always believed herself to be the queen of Holding It…
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