Tumblr is like my extended journal. I use it to post about things that I like: travel, TV, film, music, beautiful women and feminism.
I also post personal stuff (because isn't that what the internet is for now?) to make sense of life. So this might be pretty dull. soz.
C'est la vie.
I didn’t know I felt as strongly as I did on assisted dying until today.
There’s a debate currently going on in the House of Commons about whether euthanasia should be legalised in the UK. This has caused quite a few people to throw their two pennies in about the situation – many who I disagree with – so here are my thoughts.
"She came from a background where nothing was ever good enough. And that was something that weighed heavy on her. But in our house together, it was a sense of just trying stuff and allowing each other to fail and to be excited about things. That was liberating for her. It was exciting to see her grow and both of us grow and change together. But that’s also the hard part: growing without growing apart or changing without it scaring the other person. I still find myself having conversations with her in my mind. Rehashing old arguments and defending myself against the things she said about me." - Her (2013)
So I guess you could say that I’m not dealing with being home from travelling around Southeast Asia very well tbh.
Anyone who’s ever been travelling will know it’s the best thing ever. Not just because you’re waking up in new and unfamiliar places to explore, but because there are no stresses to weigh you down giving you endless energy to learn, experience and embrace.
I did so many new things in Southeast Asia. I sat on the back of an elephant on a day’s trek, and then played - actually played - with her and the rest of the herd in a river at the end of the day. I rode a motorbike around the mountains of north Thailand. I saw the sunrise at Angkor Wat. I learned about the Khmer Rouge from Cambodians who had actually lived through it. I travelled the length of Vietnam on night trains that lasted up to 17 hours each time. I almost cured my fear of flying by taking off six times in less than five weeks.
Now I am back in London, I have become swaddled in apathy. Nevermind not wanting to go back to work tomorrow, I barely even want to talk to anyone or look through my travel photos. I couldn’t even bring myself to write an emotional facebook status about it all. All I have done in the six hours I’ve been awake today is have two cups of tea and read 30 pages of a book. I’m not sure how the time is passing.
I hope this is a feeling which will eventually go away because I don’t like moping and feeling ungrateful. I had the best time of my life these past few weeks and know there will be more good trips and adventures to come. Perhaps I should just get cracking with planning the next one?
Tomorrow is June.
This means my job has come to an end (well, sort of) and I’m about to embark on a whirlwind trip around Southeast Asia for five weeks before coming back, working for a bit and then starting a master’s degree.
It’s all a bit exciting but also very terrifying at the same time.
wow it’s been so long since I just sat at my laptop and scrolled and scrolled through tumblr and other websites. Being a full-time employed adult with five housemates leaves very little time for oneself.
But tonight I have gin and banana loaf and Made in Chelsea and some other crappy TV programmes that I have to watch in private and basically it’s just the best Friday night.
Steve Zissou: Don’t point that gun at him, he’s an unpaid intern.
Margot takes a bath.
Feel - Bombay Bicycle Club
Oh, how I wish I was able to hear this being played to a huge crowd in a field while the sun’s setting on a summer’s evening.