i’ve come to share all of the glitter from the Birmingham black british bloggers BBB Mixer. Dust your mobile/ laptop screens because it is plentiful. You’re welcome. But honestly. It was so necessary. I said that in the write up post, but I’m going to properly demonstrate the range and variety of bloggers and
happy sunday loves.
i am now at the age that i used to dream about being. and i feel like i’m not alone in trying to hold up that imagined self aside my actual self, to compare. for nobody and for no reason. turning 22 in the last month has helped me to develop ideas
hello, i offer up my final poetry diary:
From September 18th onwards, all of my poetry knows it belongs in her book. it even knows which one of her chapters to settle into. so it would make no sense to list through all of my life’s goings on in these two months to make sense
poetry diary documentation, a look back.
reading over August and September back to back was interesting. i feel like i started to make some very defined transitions. reading back through my journal a few mornings ago, i noticed two very present mindsets that seemed to shape the months. i would go as far as to
june + july, as i experienced it.
travelling to Portugal and falling in love with the city. i remember returning and wanting to bring that character and confidence that i found in me home. this was also the month for academic freedom, knowing that i will not be returning to anybody’s school