I saw this image posted on Twitter and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poster: “If I could go back to the day we met, I’m sorry but I’d turn around and walk the other way.” Let’s just consider that for moment. How bad must things be that you wish someone could be … More Walk the other way
I’m intolerant of arseholes. I used to be one of them but I’ve changed, or I’m changing, or I’m trying really hard to not be an arsehole anymore. So when I see someone being an arsehole I can’t help but prickle at it. Maybe it’s because I want to be an arsehole still, really, but … More Arseholes
It’s liberating when you realise the only person whose opinion of you matters… is you.
Sometimes I have a little wobble. Today was one of those days. She crept up on my notice via a mutual friend and suddenly filled my thoughts. I caught my breath and felt that familiar tormented yearning for her touch. It hits me hard sometimes and it takes me a moment or so to recover. … More Wobble