In the ever-shifting narrative of my amalgamation of years, who have I been? Who am I now, and who will I become? How does my reflection differ from a photograph? How does my image shift and warp in the eye of the beholder? Are you worthy? Are you unforgiving? Are you good? If I were… Read More Maunderings #2
Looking back is difficult It is the moment of tension The heat in the air before the storm It could be rain, it could be thunder You could cry, you could let out a scream Sometimes it can feel like bliss Then later it is nothing Nothing but a bitter taste in your mouth As… Read More Maunderings #1
I want to take a moment to talk about pride. Pride is, by definition, a feeling of pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements. It is confidence and self-respect in one’s self, or in one’s community. June is Pride month, and as it comes to a close I want to reflect on what that… Read More Are You Proud Yet?
The impossible and inescapable feeling of not knowing yourself. Of remembering life as a teenager and thinking then that by now, you’d have it all figured out- when really you’re as lost as ever. Life’s guidelines have run out, and now you’re left floundering in the vast open waters of the world. Who are you?… Read More 23 Observations On Being 23
Is this a book review or a personal essay? Who knows! All I know is that I read this book and it shook me to my core- and now I’m desperate to talk about it. I’ve been a Holly Bourne fan since I was a teenager. I started off reading her YA books and they… Read More Book Review – Pretending
We have a space in our living room. An emptiness. We can’t walk through it, so we go around it. We can shout from either side of it, but the sound won’t pass through. We live our daily lives navigating around the space. Accommodating it. Accepting it. Letting it grow steadily bigger. Of course, we… Read More Void
So I should probably change my domain name to “hannah never writes” or something more fitting, because yet again I have neglected writing for writings sake. A lot has changed in life. I have a new job that doesn’t kill me to wake up and go to. I actually enjoy it, and it means I… Read More Honey I Just Can’t Write!
On the surface, everything is fine. I wake up early, go to work. Eat three meals a day. Go to the gym. By all accounts, I should be a happy person. A functioning human being. Someone with drives and wants and feelings other than numbness. But instead I’m just hollow inside. I don’t know what… Read More Fake
Looking at you makes my hands hurt. Not for any want of touch, but because I can not paint. I can’t paint the way you look, or the way you used to look at me. I can’t paint how your face changes when you laugh, and I can’t write about it either. How could I… Read More A Note On You