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Illustrations Of Our Daily Struggles

Originally posted on Emily Bloor:
Last night I couldn’t sleep. It’s not like insomnia is a a new phenomenon, but for me it is. I usually sleep like a baby, or like my brother after a Friday night in the pub; you get my drift. But drift I did not, and it was horrendous. It would appear that I don’t have as much to worry about at the moment, since I quit my job, left the frantic insomniac that is London and moved to this sunny, slow-paced place to become a writer. But this is the very problem. I am now consumed by trivial worry; the ironic kind of worry that busy people don’t have the time for. Along with this new worry however, has come a solitude in simple things, and one of those things is sketching. I sketch day and night; through the entire Super Bowl, much to the delight of my man; and through my insomnia. But in Googling inspiration for my sketches (my drawing hand works at 3am, my brain does…

White!

Originally posted on ipeniwrite:
“Do you want to build a snow man?” “Yes! I’d love to build a snow man”…continues. Taken by Monica..jUST outside our window ūüôā I woke my house mates up this morning with my croaky dying voice, ranting this song aloud. I really I’m so hyped and excited about it snowing this morning. I mean, who blogs about this? hahaha. I don’t get to see this where I come from, Nigeria, so to me it feels so amazing seeing it. Only in deep freezers probably haha but trust me this is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen this week, this year to be honest. It isn’t the first time I’m seeing snow here in the UK ?but definitely the first time here in Brighton. It was flaky last year and I never expected it to snow this year considering the persistent rain that we’ve had the past few months. Today is so beautiful, so is how I’m feeling at the moment. Didn’t sleep the whole morning as I was studying for the…

Wake up, and Smell the Coffee

Originally posted on Storytime with John:
When I was in the USA, I lived in the midtown area of Atlanta…which was lovely!¬†I was told this was the¬†“gay area”¬†by someone in hushed tones, but honestly I didn’t see the problem – all I saw were friendly strangers who liked to give compliments, and some great brunch establishments! How could anyone hate that?! Certainly always put a smile on my face! But anyway, this was a little far to travel for some friends who lived outside of the city, so I would hop on the¬†MARTA¬†train and meet them half-way at¬†Bankhead Station…then we’d drive out to some random diner, restaurant, or coffee shop for a catch up on the latest shenanigans… One of these times stands out, and has been turning over, and over, and over in my head recently – I’m sure it won’t take a genius to work out why… On this occasion, four of us pulled into a quiet roadside place, and piled into one of the cushioned booths to get warm. A chirpy waiter…