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Old Friend

It’s been a little while, and I write as if to an old friend. Like maybe someone wants to know exactly what I’ve been up to and why it’s not typing online, but it’s a story without inspiration and uninspired stories are often boring. I, however, have inspiration, maybe just a little bit, and sometimes…… Continue reading Old Friend

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Finding Joy, Greeting Spring.

In life, you make joy or you find joy or you’re given joy, and when you discover a source of joy, you have to seize it. These joyful things slip away and reappear, or sprout  from somewhere unexpected, and that’s okay. Just make sure that your arms are always open to receiving joy, and your…… Continue reading Finding Joy, Greeting Spring.

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How to Stay Inspired: Beating Writer’s Block

In bare walls and stillness, what can a mind do but rest? Your mind is like a muscle, and you need to exercise it. You also need to reward yourself, and give yourself room to grow. If you’re lacking  writing inspiration, try these 5 ways to find inspiration: 5. Challenge Yourself If you’re in a…… Continue reading How to Stay Inspired: Beating Writer’s Block

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How to Say Goodbye Forever

To a friend, who’s going international and not returning, to clarify. And the short answer is, you can’t. If you know it’s the last time, you’ve just got to look at them and try and make yourself remember this moment a little better than it remembers everything else, but it can’t really. You have to live…… Continue reading How to Say Goodbye Forever

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Afternoon Revives Morning.

Sunday afternoon can revive sunday morning, hopefully. Sunday morning meant skipping my soccer game, and I told myself it was to study, which might have been justified had it been true. Really, I had to finish my series on Netflix. But then study, right? Wrong! Then I noticed my room to be quite untidy. It’s…… Continue reading Afternoon Revives Morning.

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Rosie Chai

It’s warm inside which is lucky because it’s cold outside, because the sky’s realised it isn’t summer anymore and maybe it’s sorry for that heatwave which lasted for weeks. There’s smoke in the sky because all the fires are burning and one day we’ll be sorry for that pollution which lasted for centuries. But I…… Continue reading Rosie Chai