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 For the first time my feelings fight for it- the yellow light burning out where the lines of my world meet where the colour hurts. It’s like a weird love that never died It keeps me awake when I breathe and all I need is a hand to stop the slamming ache curved into a… Continue reading Her.

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Infuse your life with action. Don't wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love- B.W.   This one's called time out for a reason. I took a time out. Make sure that you're out doing something while the sun soaks into your skin… Continue reading TIME OUT.

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This Time Next Year Tag.

Thank you to my beautiful friend Chloe ( for tagging me in this awesome blogger tag! Goals for the future and in general are such a fundamental part of my growth and every day life. The goal for me currently is to get out of bed and soak up the sunshine. But in wider context,… Continue reading This Time Next Year Tag.

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My little March haul.

Hello my lovelies and welcome to my first blog Haul ( I'm itching with excitement like a weirdo). This is something I've never dabbled in before on this blog but is something I want to discuss on my blog. March has been such a heinously busy month; workloads sending me into a dark abyss, visiting… Continue reading My little March haul.

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I am.

I am but space a cluster of mess; my skin full of chemicals that has let hurricanes in and planets and scars like plastered wax stuck to my chest. I am the white sclera the peeling film of tired eyes; I am sinew of bones that make up home with feelings reaching from the praline… Continue reading I am.

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Autumn by Izzie Simmons

Autumn: We leaned into the last few shards of August’s crisp edges Poetry was flowing from the finger tips of lovers The sheet music was richer to flatter the coming season My chest was swelling with gratitude for moments I’d been given I sat amongst the gardens of no agenda - no needs Pulling the… Continue reading Autumn by Izzie Simmons

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Be bold. Be the electrifying energy that flows through the world and the energy that tingles from the top of your head to the bottom of your toes. Be a somebody to everybody;  a daughter, a mother, a sister, a friend, somebody who empowers, the person to smile at strangers and the girl who stands… Continue reading #BeingBold