There is a particular kind of quiet that arrives when you finally stop organising your life around men. It does not come with fireworks or a sudden declaration. It settles in slowly, like the moment you realise the background noise you had grown used to has been switched off. At first the silence feels…
Scroll through TikTok or Instagram for five minutes and you’ll see them. Perfectly lit kitchens. Women in floral dresses with flour on their cheeks, smiling like they’ve discovered the meaning of life. Kids in matching outfits running around while she pulls fresh bread out the oven. Husband walks in, tie loosened, and she greets him…
I have been back in the UK for two days and I have already set fire to the one thing I was most looking forward to. I called him the first night. Properly frustrated. The kind of restless that had been building for weeks while I was away and had nowhere to go. I needed…
I was sat on the floor of my Hackney flat last Tuesday night, legs crossed, blue nails picking at a loose thread on my hoodie, when the thought properly landed. Not in some big dramatic way. Just quietly, while I was scrolling The Coven group chat and vaping cherry flavour like it was going…
I’m sat on the rug in my Hackney flat right now, legs crossed, bare feet, bright blue nails tapping the side of my phone like they’re trying to start a fight. Cherry vape cloud hanging in the air, oat-milk flat white going cold on the floor next to me. I’ve been scrolling back through old…