In eleven days I will be twenty-four. In four and three-quarter hours, it will be midnight, the sun falling from view in a dozy thirty. Five minutes and fifty-two seconds …
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My anosmia isn’t a symptom of COVID-19
A month or two ago, the word anosmia lived a quiet life. “Don’t you mean the condition where you can’t sleep?” Anosmia was a little-known word, with an even littler-known …
We need to talk about consent
"Stop-" "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No, I-" "-then what's the problem?" Four lines of dialogue, barely more than twenty syllables. Small; …
A letter to my twelve-year-old self
As a child, I used to cut my own hair. If you look at the photographs taken on my very first flip-phone, amongst the chunks of too-big pixels you'll see that, together with …
What to do when you can’t stop doing
I've been trying to focus for about an hour. I'm not doing work; I have no deadlines; no commitments - I'm literally trying to do nothing. And I can't do …
Can you hear it?
It's 3:00am, and I'm awake. You wouldn't guess that if you saw me tomorrow. Pretty clothes, clean hair, neat lipstick. I've got a blog, too. I write about clothes and my …