I’ve Opened A New Shop : True To My Wyrd

Last week I spent about 50 hours prepping designs and setting up my new shop True To My Wyrd, which explains the deathly silence here. But let me tell you, I hadn't had so much fun in fucking ages. I actually felt guilty because I was enjoying myself so bloody much, eventhough the majority of… Continue reading I’ve Opened A New Shop : True To My Wyrd

Anxiety & Some Ways That I Cope With It

Anxiety. It is an ugly shit of a beast that I've lived with for over half of my life, and by hell, I hate it with every cell in my body. I could fill the North Sea twice over with all the tears it's had me shed. I could recall to you hundreds of times… Continue reading Anxiety & Some Ways That I Cope With It

How I Plan To Survive On Instagram

I deactivated my Instagram account several days ago with the belief that I was done for good. I was so tired, so, so tired of feeling like shit almost immediately after logging in. I was also tired of the narcissism. Instagram is a breeding place for it. But I'm aware that it was me who was… Continue reading How I Plan To Survive On Instagram

New Beginnings Aren’t Easy, But Hell, They’re Necessary

It's been hard and heavy the past couple of months. Time - of which I used to have an abundance of - to create is limited, and I've been suffering. When I don't blog, it feels like something integral to my well-being has been cut out of my life. It doesn't feel as though my… Continue reading New Beginnings Aren’t Easy, But Hell, They’re Necessary

Words On Anneliese Michel

It takes a lot to scare me, ok? But last night, when I was working on an article about possessed kids, I found myself too fucking terrified to finish what I was doing. I needed to put my laptop down and fucking burn it into bed. I didn't even switch off the lights, brush my… Continue reading Words On Anneliese Michel

Stitching In The Dark : A Week Of Swedish Words

Oh my goodness if feels so good to sit down and write here. I've been aching for my blog for days now, and have felt so fucking forlorn when I've needed to go to bed without sharing. But I'm here now and can breathe a little bit easier. This little project of mine went much… Continue reading Stitching In The Dark : A Week Of Swedish Words

Portraits From An English Lunatic Asylum

These portraits were captured at The West Riding Pauper Lunatic Asylum in Yorkshire in the 1800's. Built to keep the patients isolated from society, the hospital was self-sufficient with its own bakery, butchery, dairy, shop and laundry. I think these portraits have to be some of the most intriguing yet upsetting images my 28 year… Continue reading Portraits From An English Lunatic Asylum