Drifting into my solitude, over my head.
On codependency, lost loves and time alone.
It’s out with the old, and in with the new (goodbye skies of grey, hello skies of blue).
‘What a blessing this boredom is.’
‘I don’t know about you but… it was a very good year”: Swift/Sinatra collab on growing up.
Ooooh, love to love you, baby (that’s not on here though, regrettably).
It’s still so cold.
I miss Microsoft Encarta.
Keeping your chill when you feel like you might actually be turning into a computer.
Yes, I am yet another person who’s gone from hating running (and any sort of thing resembling exercise) to being secretly envious of runners when I’m walking home from work in an unsuitable shoe.