Why is a raven like a writing desk?


Sometimes I forget how unstable I am and think I’m not as crazy as I was. 
And then I’m pushed and the crazy comes tumbling out and there’s no fucking way to stop it and I’m seeing red and shouting and yelling and pulling and shaking and swearing and saying things I regret.

Then I have to remember how to hide the crazy cause I don’t want to be the crazy one and that’s becoming harder each time I snap. 

Then all I want is a hug which is ridiculous. 


Irreverent yes, but its also great writing advice! 


It’s essay writing season for tons of students!

After being a college writing tutor for over a year, I thought I would share my advice with all you awesome people on tumblr. This is how I write essays, but if you’ve got more tips, feel free to add them below. 

Happy writing. You can do it!

Attempting to have one more Christmas at home was such a stupid idea. Last time I try it. Next year I’ll just stay in lancs. Hooray for entirely dysfunctional, fucked up family. 

Sep 7

What’s it like living in a house which doesn’t make you want to scream and cry everyday? 

Ack, I’m going mental in my own head here.

I really am being tested. Someone up there, or down there, or or slightly to the left of me, or wherever they may be is testing my patience and my tether.

May 6

LIFE.: Stop.


I got the idea for this blog post from this excellent one by echoamelie,


I remember the first time somebody touched me against my will.

I was 15; I’d never even been kissed before. I’d just…

I hate trach and I’m terrified about summer.

I just needed to post this somewhere. Please ignore/pretend it doesn’t exist. 

Life right now is like a massive Jenga pile.

At the beginning of the year, when I started university, things were going great. Home was fine, life was awesome. Ever since then, the pieces have been slowly sliding out, keeping balance but getting more and more unstable. 

And then March/Easter came. Easter came, and it took a bowling ball, threw away the rule book and knocked all the pieces. It feels like this is happening in slow motion. Like I’m watching the pieces slowly but surely crash to the ground, and there’s nothing I can do about it. 

My home life and family relations have had irreparable damage done to it, I’m spending 80% of my life confused about everything, my grades aren’t what they should be (despite my hard work), I spend a lot of my time trying not to cry in front of people, I don’t have a job, I’m potentially not going to have anywhere to live for a month and a half in the summer and I’m trying my hardest to change this but nothing’s going right. 

I’m aware this is incredibly moany, selfish and petty but I needed to write it down somewhere and I have no idea where my diary is. Also, I hate Jenga. 

Apr 2

I am confused. And I think I’m slightly angry about being confused.