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A e s t h e t i c short poems – Midnight Munchies
We’ve not had poems on this blog for a wholes- something that I would say was the keystone of my blog. So here we go, here’s a few aesthetic little things. Maytime Pornography I’m a blue butterfly in a hysterical cry. Fluttering nowhere as the gallery glue dries. I’d rather avoid rain-balls in the sky than be judged on my body and how succulent it can make your eyes. Bistro Dingy with torn linoleum edges, they decorate sporadic street corners like a neon bauble. Sticky coffee stains and 25 pence bottles of blue sugar rush. Curved acrylic change passers with banned cigarette adverts. A bite of local MSG. Cuts &…
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Helpful Self Acceptance Tips- “Midnight Munchies”
Let’s dive right into the chewy bits of the topic. What is self acceptance? For the sake of this post, let’s assume that it’s the act of being comfortable in yourself and the way you are. I believe being accepting of yourself means that you do not want to change anything about yourself in order to please others. There’s that famous quote (that has been attributed to lots of celebrities so I’m not going to quote anyone) that talks about the trap that capitalism sets out for us. It goes along the lines of “we buy things we don’t need with money we don’t have to impress people we don’t like.”…
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Limit yourself and get yourself together – “Midnight Munchies”
Welcome to the second post of my “Midnight Munchies” series, where I jot down some of my thoughts and invite you discuss them with me. This loose sort of series is designed to be read when you can’t get to sleep, or to unwind your mind after you get home. You guessed it, this one for the more introverted. So I invite you to comment, share and let me know what you think! Also be aware that these are entirely biased and opinionated so I look forward to being disproven! Let’s establish some rules. By limiting yourself, I am referring to rules that would have previously been established by some…
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What OCD took away from me – Midnight Munchies
I feel like this blog is turning into a bit of a midnight musings type thing recently, so grab a cup of your favourite warm tea, wrap up in a blanket and scroll with me as I share another story from my life. Perhaps a bit sad, but still quite hopeful. I promise it’s worth a read of you’re looking for something or someone to relate to. About a year ago, I wrote a blog post sharing my experience having a mental health issue. I spoke a bit about how I had a terrible OCD outburst and how I went about it. Today’s post is a less representative post (or…
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Where I’ve Been, What I’ve Done
As you could have guessed, my blog went missing from the internet for about a month. It’s only because I didn’t have enough spare money to spend on upgrading my hosting service. Or more like buy a new completely new hosting plan because I don’t really have a spare £150. (If you ever decide to go self hosted, just buy the three year plan when you start, it’s honestly so much easier that way.) I’ve also been at the peak of my -now old-job. That drained me a lot, especially as my working day was 8 hours long, and it took me four hours a day to travel there and…
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It’s ok to believe in God.
“Visus, tactus, gustus in te fallitur, sed auditu solo tuto creditur; credo quidquid dixit Dei Filius: nil hoc verbo Veritatis verius.” This line is from a hymn written by the scholar St Thomas Aquinas, and below is a topic I’ve wanted to discuss for a while. Not whether or not there are metaphysical things, but rather people’s attitude to discussion. Much like politics, the current state of debate about religion and philosophy is in complete shambles. To the point where I felt the need to write this post. I’m not the sort of person who likes to bring religion and philosophy into my online life I think it’s a private…
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The only bad things in adulthood are deposits and tax
I’ve been missing for a long while, but if you follow me on all those nasty debilitating social media platforms such as twitter and Instagram, you will know why. Since around May I have been busy finishing my degree. It was pretty tough trying to write in between finishing a final portfolio and trying to find a “real job.” Throughout uni I have tried my best, fighting against mental health issues so I could complete my degree to the standard that reflected me and cram some work experience in there as well. The whole of my third year of university could be summarised as me sitting by my window overlooking…
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How to stay sane in your third year of university
I promise I will help you stay sane at university. Even if you live on things you can just throw in the oven so you don’t waste time. You actually know what learning spaces are for now. You’ve not been out for 4 months. You have too many mental breakdowns to count. Life’s squeezing lemon juice into your eyes, and you get the flu in the night, right before the deadline. Welcome to your final year of uni. I’m there right now, but with these 10 tricks, I mange to stay sane and survive my last year of university. Have a 9-to-5 schedule Yes as boring and soul destroying as…
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A note on one of my mothers
You weren’t there. That’s just a a fact of life, not necessarily a blame. You were there for about 2 years, I’ve figured from the grains of truth in family stories. I uncovered part by part, the tragedy of what followed my birth. Your mental health, or lack of it and bravery of my dad. It could’ve worked, but you were young, and I don’t even want to remind you of that. I was born, loved and probably accepted. Until one day I was without a mother and cried. A big mess of a noodle haired toddler. I imagine I got used to it pretty quick. My doctor things it…
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The one in which I come back intact after self-publishing a book
It’s difficult to write. Writing a novel is difficult, if you’ve every tried that adventure. Even a short story, where there’s a lot of limitation on charter development and how much you can talk about. You could say I went for the easy way out in my publication project- I decided to do a poetry chapbook. Nothing big, between 15 and 18 poems. Oh boy was I wrong. I love writing poetry, but having to write to a time scale (that being that ability to launch my book at the Cultural Exchanges festival in Leicester) really takes the fun out of writing sometimes. Although a few of the poems I…
