Earlier this week, my man and I had a mini one night getaway at the Sunborn Yacht Hotel, a generous gift to him from his sister. The hotel is located in Canary Wharf, and is super gorgeous and surprisingly boujee. It was an enjoyable stay and I quite liked it.
It’s been a few weeks since uni started and I’m finding myself . . . trawling along, lost and wondering what to do. Even writing seems to be somewhat out of reach — I don’t know how to simply do or be anything, or exist. I’m fine but I’m just? I don’t know.
When I first met my boyfriend earlier this year, I didn’t expect everything that followed to be so movie-esque. It all unfurled slowly, like the lead up to the conflict that inevitably transpires before the predictable Happily Ever After we all want, wish, and hope for. The search for a Happily Ever After sinks in…
i didn’t ever think i would end my first year of uni during a pandemic. but who ever said life was predictable? 2020 so far has been dramatic as fuck. it’s been a pretty interesting few weeks recently, and from having shit all to do, i’ve had a lot of time to think and reflect,…
TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION, ABUSE & MENTION OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS the bitter truth about depression is that it never truly goes away. sure, there are some days that are better than others, where you’re so unbelievably happy you think nothing can ever ruin it — but it doesn’t last. i guess emotions are fleeting.
TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION, MENTION OF SUICIDE, DEATH who would’ve thought that 2020 would be one wild, crazy mess of a year? and we’re not even halfway through yet.
remember in this post when i mentioned i’d review Thai & Pie? well, i’ve finally got around to it!
this week, Nahima and i went for brunch again after ages. it felt a little weird to be out of the house, for something other than going to uni, work or the hospital. but man, i really needed this.
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF ABUSE, SUICIDE faith is a complicated thing. for some of us, faith and religion are two things we grew up with, not exactly out of choice, but because of the family we were born into. they taught it to us and so it became all we knew.
if anyone had told me last year that i would be studying English Literature at one of the prettiest campuses in London, i wouldn’t have believed them.