Yesterday, I finally dressed up to go into town and it felt great. With wfh vibes being really strong these past few months and online classes being the order of the day, I haven’t gotten to dress up as much as I would have liked to. Thus, I have developed an overbearing appreciation for anyContinue reading “Plaid, bad investments and inner peace.”
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Halloween entry: Tough questions.
I always knew I was scared of dying. The idea of seizing to exist, made me instantly nervous. Life is a gift, I understand that now and just as easily as I wake up every morning, I could just not. Death is coming and I know, we all know it. The looming cloud of darknessContinue reading “Halloween entry: Tough questions.”
Chapter 02: Meeting Michael.
For Chapter one: https://aestheticstyle.fashion.blog/2020/07/07/chapter-01-visions-of-peter/ She walked out of the now almost empty coffee shop into the busy street outside. She began to head up the street. She needed a drink, she walked at a brisk pace, manoeuvring in the zombie like stream of people. A lot of the people were in suits and overcoats noContinue reading “Chapter 02: Meeting Michael.”
29/12/19 Something real.
Haunted, by an inherent loneliness, something so deep and so crippling. A kind of crippling that quietly and slowly made me push away and hide from any real relationships or interactions. The will to be alone seems to always creep into my thoughts, a little demon nudging me to abandon all who are dear toContinue reading “29/12/19 Something real.”
Maybe I am not everything I think I am.
So if you follow me on social media you probably know that I’ve been reading the subtle art of not giving a f*ck by Mark Manson for a few weeks now. I recently got to a chapter called, “you’re wrong about everything (but so am I)”, and in this chapter mark talks about a lawContinue reading “Maybe I am not everything I think I am.”
After my concussion.
A poem about another relentless dreamer
11/1/2020: CRIMSON DREAMS.
Before I drift off into peaceful slumber I’d like to recount a place of wonder. Where horses with leathery wings ferry bedazzled princesses and their hunchbacked lovers to heights of crimson and peach coloured clouds. Where grass grows on trees and flowers blossom in the warm rays of sunshine and a one eyed goat summonsContinue reading “11/1/2020: CRIMSON DREAMS.”
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