Super late to the bandwagon but I guess I’m now running with the instagramming pack. And: if 2016 was the year in which I began to see myself less of a burden and more of a sunshine, 2017 is the year in which I’m finally learning to receive. From beds, to meals, to music and bookmaking lessons, to buckets of advice, to tickets for gigs that changed my life, to countless lifts and fixed bike tyres, to time and art and love and helping hands that saved my life in more ways than one, it’s all been given to me, and I am more humbled and grateful and overwhelmed by the sheer vastness of loveliness bestowed upon my quivering self than I could ever hope to put into words.









