But, I have a real problem with ACCEPTING things. Gifts, compliments, random acts of other people’s kindness.
I collect feathers and lavender, designer vintage handbags and boy, oh boy, do I collect random people
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He never looks across at his PlayDoh, nor does he squeeze in a quick trip to the fridge before he allows his body to melt.
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Why I was late today, why my iPad is pregnant and why I hate yoga.
In that moment, my skinny little self realised the power and magic of how a simple story, can be told over and over again and have the desired effect over and over again. I was enchanted.
If he didn’t die from the shock of seeing someone from Thriller, the smell from my hands would surely have stopped his stupid heart.