2018 is almost over and i feel like my life is stuck in a skittering movie reel because i seem to be concluding the same things each year...

i think humans are constantly searching for empathy and camaraderie in all things and even the simple fact we’re continually pummelling...

as a kid, i was obsessed with restarting all my video games the second that the save file stopped being perfect. once i flunked a puzzle...

occasionally there are moments that break up my life with their significance - and mostly, they seem like the tiniest, simplest...

i think it’s sometimes easier for me to do big things that scare me instead of little things. i have something called acne-rosacea which...

you can buy this word on a t-shirt now, as third-wave feminism has fought to reclaim it - to mould it into something empowering. in some...

scripted reality is basically towie. it’s something under the guise of ‘reality’ that is actually fake, something that is made to appear...

something that is peculiar about being a writer is that you are expected to constantly be networking. this is something i do not like...

it's become a total trope how kids who are set up with great SATs and high target grades in school end up crashing and burning as soon as...

i'm not capable of delayed gratification. it's like that part of my development got snipped out entirely, and i can't portion my way...

my favourite thing in the world is being reminded that i am a tiny speck, that i am impossibly small in relation to the universe and if...

everyone and their mother likes to make those big posts about african black soap and baby oils that fixed their acne skin and how...

i mean, everyone, really. like, it starts off as this thing you define when you're moving from primary school into high school and you...