Farewell October.

And so the thirty first of this month has rolled round, and that means that this is the last blog of the month. I blogged everyday this month. Sorry, I think I just left a typo. Because who knew I could blog every day in a month? I didn't! But you know, it wasn't as... Continue Reading →

Small Adventures II

As I mentioned my wonderful family came up for the weekend to see me as I was unable to get home due to work loads extinguishing normal capacities. We had a wonderful few days going around the area and having a tour of Liverpool. Though not a conventional tour. You won't find this tour any... Continue Reading →

Small Adventures

Today we went on an adventure to Blackpool. I was feeling homesick and my family came up to visit. My brother had never seen the lights at Blackpool so we took him. It was so pretty with the lights all dancing and lighting up the streets. Though, I did get a bit of light envy... Continue Reading →

Whispers Of Winds

Winter started not with a howling cold blast of wind, but with a whisper so soft that I missed it. The chill swept over the country blanketing the paths, as mothers tucked their children in to keep them warm. People wrapped up warmer and traded their summer t-shirts and shorts for warm woollen jumpers and... Continue Reading →

Scared Of The Blank Page?

I will admit. I'm scared of a few things, to name a few: spiders, feeling lonely, time going too fast and blank pages. I'm scared of blank pages. There's so many beautifully endless possibilities that can come with a blank page, it is almost overwhelming. You can sit down and draw or write or you... Continue Reading →

4:03

It's funny because it's 4:03 in the morning, and I'm wide awake. I can't sleep. I can't even begin to think about shutting my eyes and salvaging what's left of these blissful hours that pass in which I shouldn't even be conscious for. However, there's yet again too much on my mind and far to... Continue Reading →

Sometimes I Want To Write.

Sometimes I just want to write. I just want to sit down and empty my head of all of its contents. Just lay it all out, filling the blank pages with the images and colours and sounds I have stored. I want to tell stories and laugh about all of the wonderfully hilarious things and... Continue Reading →

Rewriting Stories

Ever since I was a little girl I have been obsessed with all things magical. This deep rooted love has developed in the start from my family, and our constant belief in magic. I grew up with stories of magic and mermaids and fairies and I had a sizeable imagination that went along side it.... Continue Reading →

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