The ramblings of a romantic from a seaside town in England called Brighton. Recently uprooted to Oxford to study English Literature and History at Oxford University. You'll likely find me penning poetry with a cup of Earl grey in hand, watching films, moaning that Keats and Milton are dead, trolling around art galleries, or making an utter drunken embarrassment out of myself.

Interests: Records, fashion, absinthe, art, black lace, yoga, meditation, old films, photography, literature, dancing, existentialism, history, vintage, tea, strawberries, peanut butter, poetry, surfing, rock-climbing, countryside wanderings, picnics, dark nights, rain, cold pillows, red silk dresses, stockings, suspenders, corsets, Chanel, emeralds, roses, The West-end of London, festivals, bonfires, old cars, love letters, alcohol, secrets, mystery, passion, beauty, truth, spontaneity, watching the world go by, moonlit walks in the city, pin-ups, tattoos, guitars, the beach, hot chocolate, hats, riverbanks, swings, china cups.