Here's a nostalgic post in praise of my favourite childhood book, 'Flanimals'
Being currently engaged in the process of writing an essay for a competition, I've realised something: when my parents meet my girlfriend for the first time, I want them to be themselves.
I've realised something about my art website: I'm in over my head.
5 Of The Most Helpful Things You Can Say To Someone With Anxiety... is one of the worst 'informative' articles I've ever read. Here's why.
Current Lighthouse Keeper, Albert, attempts to maintain a good relationship with his grandson while teaching him the violin as he grows up- the lives of the townspeople rest on Benjamin’s ability and willingness to play, as this is no ordinary lighthouse.
I think I made a mistake on Friday, all because of my strong sense of commitment. It's making me question my loyalty to my friends.
I'm sharing my thoughts over something that I'm very proud of at the moment.
Sharing some poetry about something which makes me rather sad: burning bridges with people.
This may be the weirdest thing I've ever written: it's the story of a can of chicken soup which spouts tongue-twisters. I challenge you to read it aloud.
I appreciate you're probably bored of posts where I have an existential crisis over feeling the age I am. But this is the last one I swear.