Tag: reading
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[Book Review]: The Little Book of Hygge – Meik Wiking.
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More or less everyone active on social media, particularly sites which encourage us to live aesthetically pleasing lives, are familiar with ‘The Little Book of Hygge’. Aside from is compelling cover it discusses at topic which most of us outside of Denmark are uneducated in; so much so that ‘The Happiness Research Institute’, based in…
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[Short Story Review]: The Apple Orchard – Veronica Henry.
Whilst searching for some free ebooks on the Kindle ebooks store via my tablet, I stumbled upon the works of Veronica Henry. Seemingly she has composed various average length novels as well as some short stories: all of which are themed around or based in natural settings (-coastlines and the countryside are just a few…
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Book Wishlist.
When I return to the UK for my next visit I intend to bring back some of the unread books I have in my collection, until then I have several books in my mentally noted wishlist that I would much like to purchase if possible. I have attempted to get into the whole ebook way…
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[Blogmas] Day 17: [Poem] – Festivities.
Content among the comforting festivities, warmed by a woolen muffler & mulled wine. Lights gleam: draping above the Christmas markets. Carols inducing the smiles of passers-by. Thy kisses upon my hand: symbolic of your joyousness. The unacquainted unite over the inflicted ambiance as a merry-go-round whirls in rays of Moonlight.
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Books I grew up with.
Jacqueline Wilson books: I’m not assamed to say that I had the tenancy to be antisocial as a child. I wasn’t unpopular at school, just I wouldn’t hang out with friends outside of school that often; at least not during my secondary education. I love books. Thesedays I don’t read as much I should. I…
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[Poem]: Conflicting.
Simultaneously pressured with restrictive emotions, alongside a mind fog of emptiness. A longing to be caressed to restore self-worth, held in the mould of their arms: symbolic that you’re their world. Eyes interlocked feeling whole for a fleeting moment before negatively pondering every aspect over lukewarm tea. Days wither by, the careness for them intensifies…
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[Poem]: Comfortable.
I wouldn’t desire to live another way, laying beside you is where I must stay. Protected by your presence dowst in your essence. It’s too effortless to write about you. I wonder, is your mind often infused with me too? I’m merely a spectator in your shadow who has been impailed in the heart by…
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[Poem]: Throughout the Autumn nights.
The Sapphire tinted sky casts over the cities and fields around midnight. Stars barely gleam through the fogginess. Deep Cyan ripples glint through the sparse clusters of clouds. Foxes scamper athwart the dewy fields to unfamiliar grounds whilst the overactive minds of the anxious flood with worriness; constricted by thought, turning beneath the blankets which…
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[Poem]: Uncertainties.
Positioned beside a cinnamon scented candle, captivated by it flame. She ponders about her destiny, whether it beholds someone providing succor. Reflecting about what should be implemented, rather than finding something to blame. Wondering what is the missing element, to making her feel complete. Is it something already existant on the path she leads? The…
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[Book Review]: Miranda Hart – ‘Is it just me?’
For those who are unfamiliar with Miranda Hart, she is a British comedian who is most well known for her self-titled sitcom: ‘Miranda‘. In real life and alike her sitcom character Hart is, well let’s just say, a little awkward and clumsy at times. Honestly, she is a celebrity that people can actually relate to,…
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The days of Hibiscus & Rose: Part 2.
Blossoming. With a blink of an eye, Springtime had arrived. May’s efforts at the school she worked at had finally been recognised, rewarding her with a new role and responsibilities. She was fully immersed in her work life, still tired, yet feeling comfortable and satisfied with the direction in which she was heading. The people…
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[Poem]: Out of the shadows.
In a world fall of dark shadows, you are my savior the angel who beholds the light of desire. In the coldness, you are the warmth which resinates even after the whisper of simple words. In times of sadness, the yearning to be in your embrace ignites as the imprints in my mind begin to…
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