Lianne, two years on
Dearest Lianne, 1. It’s been two years since you died. Two fucking years. It feels like a lifetime. It feels like a…
Book review: The Fault in our Stars by John Green
Reading a book about teenagers with a terminal illness who meet in a cancer support group is not recommended the week after your best friend…
It's my party, I can cry if I want …
All that lives, lives forever. Only the shell, the perishable passes away. The spirit is without end. Eternal. Deathless. I turn 30 today. A little…