30/01/2026
Surviving the decade of January always feels monumental. Times are fu***ng weird, comrades. But I'm still out here, picking myself up everyday, embracing slowness, swinging my arms, embarking on my healing journey, whatever the hell that may look like.
It was good to lark about in the studio today. There's so much I do that quietly goes unshared. I'm gonna try and be less of a hermit this year, that's what I keep telling all my friends anyway. Some habits are just so hard to break, especially the ones that made you feel safe.
We are containers, yes, we contain multitudes. But we are also conduits, and must allow things to pass through us; information, ideas, emotions, otherwise it all becomes far too heavy. Sometimes when you feel like you've lost our voice, you just gotta clear your throat.
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Pics by Aimee
Taken at The Loft .uk