I’m that awkwardly tall girl you wouldn’t want standing in front of you at a concert.
I daydream too often, have an unhealthy fascination with cupcakes, a strict aversion to social media, and have had a life long struggle with achieving volumised hair and symmetrical eyebrows.
I live in England.
I believe in things you can’t feel with your hands.
I have once been almost every single teenage cliché that ever existed.
I dated the worst kinds of boys, made a lot of wrong calls, fell in love in less than ten seconds flat, saw entire relationships flash right before my eyes, spent a lot of time feeling lost, even more time feeling lonely, got caught in some very dangerous cycles of never quite feeling good enough, have legitimately forgotten more fashion disasters than most people will ever make, and somehow…
got to a point where I could look back and be glad that it all happened.
Because it got me here.
To make you smile. To make you laugh. To make you feel like you’ve got a friend. To hopefully help you fast forward through the lessons it took me far too many years to learn.
There will be romance. There will be feminism. There will be dreams, and intellect, and chaos, and maybe – just maybe – some neat little metaphors that make you think.
Maybe even some stuff that makes you feel.
Definitely some stuff that makes you realise you’re not alone.
That’s really what it’s all about.
And I am so glad that you’re here.