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English Lit, UEA. I'm president of the Creative Writing Society and spend my evenings pretending to be a poet.
I'm an eternal optimist. I like words, semi-colons, Doctor Who, tennis, folk music, teevee, vintage minis, Sherlock, books, dresses, politics, Welsh rugby, Feminism, Mark Kermode, obnoxious pop-punk you loved when you were 13, The West Wing, black tea, boys with guitars, origami, and poetry, and not necessarily in that order.
I like to think that I use this blog to post interesting things - poetry, thoughts, good music - but in reality it's usually just pictures of pretty men and gifs of TV shows. I try my best to resist, I really do.
My poetry. • Ask me anything
Thoughts about things.
It’s at times like this I wish I was magic, so that I could say ‘lumos’ and my bedroom light would come on and I wouldn’t have to get up out of my chair ad switch it on myself.
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“It’s important to clarify that sex education that teaches about pleasure doesn’t have to teach about technique (though elective college-level sex education that does this is great). Letting teens know that women usually achieve orgasm through the rubbing of the clitoris, whether fingers, mouth, object, or penis, isn’t the same as screening an instructional video on giving good cunnilingus. It’s not the same as writing down the names of sex-toy shops on the blackboard, or handing out diagrams of cool and exciting coital positions. And teaching that lubricants reduce pain and increase safety and pleasure during many kinds of sex should be thought of not as performance advice, but on par with vital lessons about condom use.
Real sex education is not the same as porn education. Instead, it’s about teaching that pleasure is an important part of any sexual relationship. It’s about teaching that there is nothing wrong with wanting to feel sexual pleasure and seeking it out, so long as it is done safely and responsibly. It’s about teaching comfort with one’s body and a lack of shame over desires, and there is more to sex for all people than sticking penises into vaginas. Real sex education teaches how to go about making intelligent , safe choices, rather than just stating the choices available. I believe there is a big difference. And I believe that teaching
”— (via praiseisdefiance)
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My hair looked great today and I didn’t want to waste it on the unappreciative patrons of the Greater Anglia train service so, here you go.
Home sweet home now. My Daddy cooked dinner, I’ve had a bath and my West Wing boxset is waiting for me. Also, I always forget how fucking nice expensive carpet feels.
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
I made a playlist for right now because I feel like I want to listen to very specific songs.
(Source: Spotify)
This is such a beeeeautiful song.
Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers
The sun upon that place
Darling I’ll grow weary, happy still
With just the memory of your face
Gracious goes the ghost of you
And I will never forget the plans and the
Silhouettes you drew here and
Gracious goes the ghost of you
My dear
(Source: Spotify)
“And here have I the daintiness of ear,
To hear time broke in a disordered string,
But for the concord of my state and time
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.”
- Richard II, Act 5 Scene 5
And in writing this clever bit of word play, Shakespeare made sure that no one with a Welsh accent could ever play King Richard. I read out loud when revising Shakespeare and this tripped me up half a dozen times before I just gave up and moved on. (The Welsh accent pronounces ’here’, ‘hear’, ‘ear’, and ‘year’ all the same, as ‘yurh’.)
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