I admire anyone who can get through the winter without having soup at least once. I am dismayed by abrupt days, the onset of darkness at 4 o’clock and trying to find a compromise between… View Full Post

With my hands covered in blisters and talcum powder, achy joints despite being aged fifteen, and thought racing through my head, I sit and cry in the gym changing rooms. The world is ending. Despite… View Full Post

I understand the appeal of continuously hitting the snooze button and hauling yourself out of bed fifteen minutes before you’re supposed to leave. I understand the appeal of skipping breakfast (but at the same time… View Full Post