Tag Archives: Botanical Gardens

lights, camera: Drama Queen!

Posted on October 7, 2011 by

Time to get back to a particularly putrid part of my dismal Dating Past (whilst we conveniently overlook the Dated Present). Well, not so much dating as relational hell. Which, it appears, I’ve a queer knack for f*cking up monumentally … Continue reading →

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for a song…

Posted on August 10, 2011 by

Yesterday’s post got me thinking about music and it’s mysterious message-in-a-bottle quality. Who hasn’t heard a song and immediately been teleported back in time to a place, person or specific event? As you might’ve deduced given how I keep harping … Continue reading →

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without…

Posted on July 8, 2011 by

I’m on a slow curve up, rising gently like a tide or swelling moon. Still, a certain sadness pervades; things feel a little heavy, flat; heart scarred and scoured. Ultimately: tired. But. Gradually, I’m reengaging. A slow strength is growing … Continue reading →

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