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Four years ago, on my 21st birthday, my dad asked the classic parent question: āWhat do you want for your birthday?ā Without hesitation, I declared, āA bunny.ā To which he replied, absolutely not, in the same tone youād use if someone asked to keep a crocodile in the bathtub.Ā āWhoās going to look after it?āĀ he asked, clearly forgetting Read more
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Did you know that if you donāt take your phone to the loo with you, your brain actually starts working? I know, shocking. I was just sat there, minding my own business (literally), when it hit me like a 1000-megawatt lightbulb: why is healthy food more expensive than junk food? Iām talking about the proper vegetables that didnāt come Read more
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Do you ever just stop mid-scroll, mid-chaos, or mid-avocado-toast bite and think, blimey, Iām actually quite blessed? Now hold on, Iām NOT talking about the kind of āblessedā you see on Instagram with people sipping cocktails in Santorini, sporting six-packs and suspiciously white teeth. Iām talking about real blessings. The simple, unfiltered kind. Like having two meals Read more
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Let me just start by saying: if writing academic essays ever feels like dragging your brain through treacle while trying to sound like a half functioning philosopherā¦ same. Welcome to the club As a postgrad student whoās been through many deadlines, meltdowns, and āI swear Iāll start tomorrowā moments, I thought Iād share my real process for planning and Read more
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Is it just me, or is making friends as an adult absurdly more difficult than it was back in high school or collage? Seriously, what happened? One minute youāre in sixth form surrounded by people you have to interact with, and the next, youāre grown up, working or studying abroad, and suddenly you need to schedule a Read more
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I donāt like rain. There, I said it. I donāt care if people romanticise it with candles and lo-fi playlists, Iām not one of them. Rain at night? Fine. Iām asleep, do whatever. But rain in theĀ morning? When I open my eyes, stretch dramatically, and expect sunlight beaming through the window like Iām in a Read more
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Right, so I know Iāve been MIA for a week, skipped two posts, and Iām sure you all cried yourselves to sleep over it. Donāt worry, dry those tears, Iām back. And oh boy, have I got a rant for you. Letās get straight to it: why is it so bloody hard for people to Read more
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What It’s Like to Be Afraid of Your Own Thoughts Imagine living in a haunted house, except the ghosts are your own thoughts, and you canāt leave because, wellā¦ you ARE the house. That was me. I wasnāt scared of the dark, heights, or serial killers hiding under my bed. Nope. My biggest fear was my own mind. My Read more
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Hello, my lovelies! (Yes, Iām talking to you, those special humans actually reading this.) Also, I carry a tremendous burden, 14 entire people have subscribed to my blog, and now I feel morally obligated to entertain you with whatever scraps of wit I have left. The pressure is real. Letās Get Serious for a Second Read more
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So yesterday was my dadās birthday, and while I did get him a gift (because, you know, favorite child duties), I also wanted to dedicate this blog to him. That way, it stays here forever in writing form, and he can come back and read it as many times as he wantsāprobably while pretending not to cry. Read more
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