Clouds are nostalgic

I often stare at the sky. I take an excessive amount of photos of clouds, sunrises, sunsets (and cats too). There’s something about how the clouds fill the sky, it reminds me of being a child. Naive and full of wonder. Clouds that billow high up into the air, or clouds that dot the sky,… Continue reading Clouds are nostalgic

A tourist in my own life

My older brother is reading Harry Potter for the first time. I was insanely jealous and proud when he told me he’d picked them up for a bit of light reading. Jealous because I remember what it was like to read them for the first time, and I’ll never get to do that again. Proud because well,… Continue reading A tourist in my own life

The Atlantic

I’ve never experienced anything like the coast of Ireland and the smell of the Atlantic. Water so cold and unrelenting, yet lovely. Enchanting. I sat in the cold wind, bundled from head to toe in layers, staring out into the sea from my perch on the Seapoint Promenade in Salt Hill, Galway.  I took in everything around… Continue reading The Atlantic

You may not have cake

Word prompt: Deprive: To deny (a person or place) the possession or use of something. I’ve struggled with food, body image, and restriction for most of my conscious life. As far back as I can remember, I have felt that my body is bad, that food is bad, and that to deprive myself of the things… Continue reading You may not have cake