Home. When someone says to me to think of home, I don’t think of a house. I don’t think of my mother, even though I probably should. I don’t even think of my brother or my pets, which makes me feel equally as guilty as not thinking about my mother. No, I think of food. … More Hazelnut and maple syrup biscuits
London is, hands down, the best city in the world. I mean, I’ve only really been to three cities (shoutout to Tokyo and Budapest). But London, London, mate. It’s my home’s capital. It’s my bae. B.B.G and I thought to hell with life, and so we made a lil’ sneaky trip up to London. Just … More London
I’VE GRADUATED, BABY! It’s just one of those days that will inevitably happen. There’s no getting away from it, unless you fail….don’t fail. It’s always been there, poking its head round the corner, watching you, waiting from day one. With teachers saying, “Finish that homework or you won’t get to uni and then you won’t … More Graduation
My Paper Lungs 