"Proust summer" I mumble to myself whilst I sit alone in my bedroom, jealous, sick with yearning, thinking I will write, not writing, reading, watching the hours slip past whilst I lose myself in memories of things past.

You are too beautiful not to have an autoimmune disorder.

You are one more traumatic event away from writing the greatest novel of the 21st century. You will be fine, sort of.

Realised my anger was completely justifiable and possibly even healthy

The ideal relationship is founded on the urge to kill your partner, which should oscillate between the two of you on an hourly rotational basis

[Flirting] Your face reads as an ode to a perfectly functioning gastrointestinal tract.

Ohhh of course you're a writer! There's a vein protruding from your forehead and your smile doesn't meet your eyes. You also smell like sad old overcoat and coffee.

The realisation I am rewarding myself after a long day surviving the consequences of my own choices

You have all the time in the world to realise the tragedy has already befallen you from which there is to be no reversal of fate.

There is something so literary, so distinguished about completely ruining your life early on in your twenties in a way that leaves you reeling from the consequences forevermore.

The concept of a single moment to yourself

Threatening to kill myself, taking a walk, and eating something nice for dinner has done a lot of me this year.

The body is healed by lying face down on the floor. Writhing is permitted but only in states of emergency.

Ricocheting violently between euphoric delirium and abject depression is your body's way of telling you it is time to write something.

How it feels to read in public as a woman

Before you can be respectably perverted you must first learn to be poetic.

The thought “that would be unscrupulous of me” may save you.

"What are you into?" Grief and guilt mostly, though sometimes I dabble in perversion and disgust. So, you know, the important things.

Your lack of romantic prospects is so Austenian. Congratulations.

Realised I was kind when I should have been cruel

My new tattoo 🎶🕵‍♀️💢🇲🇽 From Haneke's storyboard for The Piano Teacher