I miss writing for me. I did that here once and I loved it. You loved it. My mum loved it the most. It was called Slumber & Sundays and I wrote about life in a messy and chaotic way.
Then I graduated and slowly I started writing for everyone else and lost my voice along the way. There’s no cohesive theme to this space, just one girl who loves the sound of her own voice married with poetic turns of phrase. But there never really was a theme to begin with.
It’s a catastrophic mess of literature and fashion, politics and cooking, what it means to be mid-to-late-twenties and more clueless about love and life than ever. It’s all you want to stay up all night talking to your best friends about.
Welcome to the slumber party.