In Billie Eilish’s recent interview with Vanity Fair, a continuation of a series that memorializes Eilish’s astonishing ascent to fame and her character evolution, she acknowledges criticism of her music: “Like my voice is really soft,” she said, “and it’s not belty and people think I whisper in all my songs my belt
Mum, if you’re reading this thank you for everything, even though we disagree now and then! I wrote this poem purely because as we get older, we realize that nobody can hold on to things, relationships and people the same way they did when they were younger. Independence for me hasn’t been sudden, rather I’ve grown to rely
The sun is warm against my skin, I watch from my window as the roses blossom. Water I feed my friends that grow from soil, Lushly green and beautiful. Air fresh and warm, Carrying the soft scents of spring. Right is the time when I serve my tea, Sweetened with honey and a bit of
Growing up, I never thought I would be much of a writer. Because of my ADHD, it was absolutely impossible for me to sit and focus on something for five minutes, let alone hours. I always dreaded English class in fear of being forced to write about this or that. And don’t get me wrong,