#SinfulSunday – late night
Anyone who thinks Twitter is not real life has entirely the wrong idea of it in my opinion as the responses to this picture brought…
moments : words : images
Anyone who thinks Twitter is not real life has entirely the wrong idea of it in my opinion as the responses to this picture brought…
The sting of the wings imprinted on my shoulders by your belt glow with our mutual with-held desire, our long, long wait. Each stroke creates…
This place is where I am safe. Sprung fast from a form too scared to hold me, I careen to the rafters, fear billowing behind.…
The act of putting on lipstick, creating a gash of red or enhancing a pout like a bruised peach, is mesmerising. I love to watch…
I had had a lovely weekend. Hanging out with friends in the beautiful English countryside. Eating good food, sharing jokes and wisdom both bad and…
I came across these in my drawer today due to a laundry crisis. I had no clean knickers that matched my black bra and one…
Halfway up the stairs is a stair where I sit There isn't any other stair quite like it It's not at the bottom It's not…