“No, I don’t want to go to the Cinema with you.”

Thinking through situations, whether they are certain or of possibility, becomes a mandatory skill to possess when one is trying to live a normal life whilst having a physical disability. Eighty percent of the time it is: understanding that you have restrictions and knowing how far you can go without discomforting those around you. In…

What I’ve learned in the Girls’ Bathroom

• That Suzie* is a slut; • That Emma* thinks she’s royalty; • And that the bathroom has the perfect lighting to take a selfie. During this past week, the only reason of why I made frequent trips to the ladies’ toilets was to cool down my reddened skin complexion. I had experienced a few…

Secrets of the Nightly Hours

I have always found something serene about the nightly hours, The Earth is never as tranquil when the Sun radiates. And as the Moon controls the tides, The darkness propels our thoughts, Do we truly comprehend what we wish to possess. We are vulnerable, exposed with not one stitch on our skin. The night knows…

The Ultimate Quote about Perspective

“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero…

Misunderstood Artists: A Chain of Thought

I fail to understand how society differentiates between or rather interprets what is and isn’t a good influence in the field of pop culture for people. There are so many cases where: parents disallow their children to view “certain” artists, teenagers start to judge other people for supporting “certain” artists and as a community we…

The Sun is Inhaling its Last Breath

Well, hopefully not know anyway, but eventually… In terms of probability, if an occurrence is constant, then the chances of that occurrence not happening are next to none. But should we take that for granted? It’s the little things: your mother’s homemade meals… love… freedom. Little things – which we just expect them to be…