The first time I heard Slow Up by Jacob Banks, of his debut album Village, I had goosebumps and I may have had a tear slowly roll down my right cheek. It is thought-provoking and it brings up all of these memories and emotions of people that you connect with and makes you want to just call them
You always think that it’s not gonna be you.
Being told “I see you and you are one of us”, is incredibly empowering but more than that you feel safe and supported because you’re being claimed.
Taking taking of yourself, using your energy on things that matter to you and spending resources on yourself can sometimes feel incredibly selfish and in recent years self-love has become the buzzword that we can’t escape. If it isn’t slogans on t-shirts, it’s face masks and candles on Instagram, and honestly I can’t shake the
So Facebook wants to remind me of the International Day of Peace…
My grandma was one of the closest friends I’ve ever had and I remember always wanting to be just like her. To be as open, as worldly, as loving, as wise. I remember tracing the scar on her ankle that she got from a bullet and seeing her as superwoman. I remember seeing her communicate
I wonder if our mothers long before they were our keepers and their spines had moulded to bear us when their curls still played in the wind, and the sun carressed their skin I wonder if they were much like us fiercely passionate, highly opinionated, fearlessly alive yet so complexly delicate inside and filled with such grande
(Original post can be found on Elite Daily) So, I’m sitting God knows how many thousands of feet in the air on my way back to London, waking up to a beautiful sunrise, listening to some Ed Sheeran. An aching feeling in the middle of my chest suddenly makes an appearance as I’m watching the sun