just let me in

real photo of her mum in bath

i've written and deleted this introductory paragraph about 18 times. originally, it was about christmas stuff. then it was a big moan about me feeling emo every weekend. after that, it was a look at my delivery from bear hug and then it was back to my bitter rant about adult life making me tired and poor all the time. but instead of all of that, i've realised that i never did finish up my affectionate look at the musical stylings of gabrielle aplin. so let's have a look at her "home" EP and talk about why it's so good, okay?

i need to be heard and i'm gunna find the right words

thanks charlie simpson xo

if sunday isn't a day for hungover pensiveness (not getting a red line under it thus am pretending it's a real word) then i don't know what is. i'm not hungover but i am 100% pensive which is okay and so, even more than usual, i am wholeheartedly appreciating the words that emotionally damaged (fe)male singer-songwriters use in their music. for me, the crux of a song is the lyrics and so today i'm just going to type out lots of words which i really enjoy and hope to encourage you to spread your musical wings/ears... what?

we never go out of style

consider my hopes raised

i'll hold my hands up and tell you, straight faced, that taylor swift is a guilty pleasure of mine. not so much a guilty pleasure, more a genuine pleasure. she's not one of my ultimate favourites but BUGGER ME that tall cat knows how to write a good pop song. now that she's finally rid herself of the country twang which so obviously held her back, and seeing as she's been a right old knob to spotify, i've just shelled out real life money on her album and i'm going to liveblog my review of it; you're welcome xo

we are beautiful no matter what they say

can i not?

today my eyebrow exploded. let me explain. i got it pierced a few weeks ago and, whilst it was steadily healing with very few problems. it turns out that daily headbutts don't do it any favours. and children's dirty hands aren't good on open wounds too. who knew? highlighting my battered eye but ignoring my woe, it got me thinking about aesthetics.