Sad face and silk sheets. 

This photo is a year old today. I only know that because a part of me knew I would get better and therefore kept note of the date. I don’t know if you can tell but this is me at a real low. The lowest I had felt in a very long time. I got…… Continue reading Sad face and silk sheets. 

The Bell Jar.

Last night I finished Plath’s only novel. It was my first dalliance into her world aside from the poetry Kate sometimes frequents upon my ears. It was an incredible book, dark and terrifying in places but with an excellent sense of humour. Plath’s barely fictional Esther Greenwood is a surprisingly forward-thinking and empowering character considering…… Continue reading The Bell Jar.