(after decimating my kingdom)

so, yesterday i went through this blog & locked about a hundred old posts, i.e most of my old spn stuff. i'd been holding off doing it because i'm still proud of the amount of time & effort i used to put into meta essays, even the ones that were completely batshit. but when i…

i’m a responsible adult human. yes

when i started writing this post i was sitting in a deli writing a blank verse epyllion whilst drinking a very blue butterfly pea latte, & since you can only say that sort of thing every so often i felt that i should take advantage of the opportunity to sound edgy & productive. however, it…

2018: wot i read*

*disclaimer: i have drunk a LOT of hot chocolate & this post was written on, hahahaha, a massive sugar high - i haven't posted in months! because i had some kind of unpleasant insomniac episode & screwed up a coursework submission & now my uni is coming after me, & also my housing situation has…

et in arcadia ego

pretentiousness rating: 3 barrels of oak-smoked decade-aged ennui. we're livin the dream. * hello! it's been a month! night's creeping in at the mo; i'm sitting by my window tryin to prop my eyes open long enough to write this. -somehow it is late september, & late september is a good time to be in…

“brooding on the vast abyss”

so, i just realised i haven't posted in eleven days, whoops. i do however have an excuse: i seem, somehow, to have acquired a job. for the past five days i have been working as a paid fundraiser for a charity (which shall here go unnamed), which basically means knocking on people's doors & asking…

on heroes

i wrote this in december 2016. it's still my hands-down favourite of my own poems although there's probably quite a lot wrong with it. * Now he's a myth. A half-seen figure alive in the heart of a green bonfire. Spangled in glory, silver thread at his seams edged from behind in the neon of…

winter, 1892 (ish)

see below: an extract from my novel. it's my birthday & i'm lazy. this is from chapter #25, provisional title: SWEET CHIMING CHRISTMAS BELLS. unseasonable, i know. it's a story of dreamy boys & girls, snow, various sorts of unrequited love, & lots & lots of gothic architecture. oh, & there's airships. & murder. &…