That Girl Books

Musings

~A place to share my random thoughts, opinions and snippets of writing. A collation of work in one place. Welcome to chaos ❤

  • Nostalgia curses me with Golden Days

    Nostalgia curses me with Golden Days

    There is something about the afternoon hour which drownsme in feeling–it is cadmium yellow and saccharine, it clings to my teethnectar-thick andthis shit will rot me to my core, i thinkright.down.to.the.root.nostalgia hits me like a blow–dandelion tuffs trail bubbleslike will-o-wisps–but i welcome the memory withmasochistic palms, split open and bleedingit grieves me andweeps out of Read more

  • A Room of One’s Own

    ~Just my silly internal monologue whilst reading Virginia Woolf’s essay, “A Room of One’s Own” (1929). Here, have some thoughts, do with them what you will. I hate everything xx  I sit here and ponder alongside Virginia Woolf, and I wonder about the women of the Shakespearean century. I think of how discouraged those women Read more

  • There’s nothing worse than [Insert Word]

    There’s nothing worse than [Insert Word]

    ~[Dreaming & Wanting & Wishing & Yearning & Longing & Imagining & Hoping] I dream of a little hobbit life sprinkled with big grand adventures– I dream of the finest foods- artisan crackers, vintage aged cheddar and crimson Pepperjack. I dream of my belly being sore from uncontrollable joy. I dream of reading my silly Read more

  • My heart is full of little blessings

    My heart is full of little blessings

    One of my favourite thingsis leaving my phone unattended and coming back to find the very many photos my friends have taken, and bombarded me with and perhaps they dont realiseor maybe they do, that i always do iton purpose Read more

  • Chasing that Sunshine High

    Chasing that Sunshine High

    There is something so familiar about the smell of pollen in summer. The gentle tickling of the wind on my skin. The way the golden afternoon hour makes time slow down. My heart longing for more. The grass and the trees and the vibrancy of the world stirs something inside me. Coaxes it gently. Softly Read more

  • A Tortured Poet’s Manifesto

    ~A short [unedited and unfinished] manifesto detailing my writing process, written one cold Winter Solstice afternoon with friends. Why do they want me to write a manifesto? do they not know I am incapable of producing anything with merit? I used to write creatively all the time- to escape, to express. perhaps for the same Read more