What writing means to me

We all have our little hobbies or our ways to release life sometimes, because life is hard yet amazing all at the same time. Writing is my release.

Sometimes I forget that this little blog I started writing on over a year ago has genuine viewers, anyone in the world can find my link, log on and read when I am in pain, when I am happy, heartbroken or content…I forget how many people have seen me in the purest light possible.

But I love it. It feels like a therapy session in a way, or just a way to show people a place I have been to or someone I have met that has made an impact on my life. Writing brings me closure and allows me to refocus, it allows me to speak and develop, it has helped me to grow in some situations I thought I would never learn from.

Writing is a way for me to create my own little world, solely dependant on me, my brain and my words…

My life has been crazy this year, it has had so many changes, people have come and gone but the one constant that has always remained is my writing.

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Mister Muscles

He is not like many from here. He possesses an ora about him…positivity and kindness. However, his supportive voice can be considered rude at times, yet he speaks with truth and authority. He reminds me of myself sometimes, always doing something for someone else whether that’s standing outside in the pouring rain making sure a peer is ok or going the extra mile so someone has money and food.

I call him mister muscles because well…he is strong. He reaps strength, physically and mentally…He is one to be treasured and admired, one that deserves more than he can imagine. One that I had the pleasure of knowing.

My time knowing mister muscles has come to an end. As life proceeds to change and grow. Our paths are seperate, we weren’t meant to be on the same one. I say fate had something to do with it.

I won’t forget him though. I won’t forget what we would talk about, everything I would listen to, because I secretly enjoyed listening. He would tell me how he is protective over his father, and how he wants his significant other to be there with him when he is unwell and how he believes he was meant to do something bigger and better than those around him. He wants affection, love and connection. He will get it. He will get what he believes in, because good people will always win in the end. I can only hope no one changes him.

Good bye and good luck mister muscles, Maybe I will see you again one day…

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My take on the gym

Okay, so…the dreaded gym. Well it’s not dreaded when you begin going and start enjoying yourself… I tell fibs.

However, recently when I have been in the gym I have been forming somewhat an opinion – or actually lets call it an observation on people.

For example…Makeup?! How on earth can some women wear a full face of makeup, full on contour, lipstick, eyeshadow and eyelashes to workout in? honestly do they not sweat like me? I look like a whale that has surfaced onto the pavement when I exercise. My face goes bright red and I sweat an excessive amount. If I was to wear makeup to the gym I could open a bakery from all of the cake coming off of my face. – I’m so envious that these women can wear that and look utterly perfect whilst working out, it’s not fair!

Another observation I found yesterday was the leg press. Now, we all have a little rest on the leg press machine because, erm its difficult! but this guy was full on sat on the leg press machine for 30 minutes on his phone – then there is me free willy trying to make eye contact so I can go on it and get what I needed to do done – you see I like to go to the gym as quickly as possible haha. But he literally did not move for the duration of his time on the leg press. There was not one leg extension or even so much of a movement, apart from his thumbs on his mobiles keyboard!

I love watching the men have testosterone wars though (I don’t observe from the leg press just to add). They all stand before the big gym mirrors, pumping there shoulders and chests as much as possible…maybe to assert authority to one another, i’m not sure. But I just find it interesting to watch because I myself would never flex in the gym mirror – I mean I only have cellulite to flex at the moment but it still counts!

My last observation would be getting side tracked by how some people look flawless whilst working out. They literally have the perfect form, perfect gym wear and know exactly what they’re doing. It shys me away from the weight area because I get worried i’m going to break my back or make myself look like a complete twat…I do my weight lifting when no one is around to avoid the embarrassment…I have also decided that I need to invest in some cool “gym goer” gym wear, just for the added affect…

Thank you for reading as always – I also am loving the communication on instagram – My follower count isn’t high but I like that you all interact with me on there! @intentforcontent

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Solitude – Creative Writing Stories University

My solitude had grown wary but today, yes today was the day where I would change that, finally. Today is the day where I tell you my story, the story that has brought me to this place and time to tell you all from a different world…

I had every-thing people would dream and describe happiness is. The diamonds, the cars, the watches, the latest technology and lets not forget the mansion. I had everything that society says can bring peace and happiness, I had money and security. But I didn’t have him. 

I was alone with everything we had built together. I would wake up with the pain of what had happened and an empty space next to me as I turned over. This was, every…single…day. I stopped smiling, laughing, dancing and cooking in the kitchen amongst all of the quirky hanging signs we had picked out together. I was a demoralising presence to be around. Yet I couldn’t change. They say heartache is meant to get better, eventually one day, but it wasn’t going to for me.

I watched them kill him. Watched them propel the knife back and forth, immediately penetrating through his skin and into his body. They had a hold of me. I kicked and shoved and bit with all of my might trying to get them off me, trying to get to him, my love, my life, before it was too late. My wail was piercing, I wanted them to do something, anything, stop it. They could of taken everything off of me; the diamonds, the cars, the watches and the mansion. I wouldn’t of cared…but they took him. The piece of my life that matched my heart and soul. The piece that took me as far away from the solitude that wore thin in my eyes and my heart from gut wrenching loneliness. I saw him struggling, saw him helpless, I saw him losing his breath, I saw him look at me as he was dying before my eyes. I saw his lips mouth “I love you” before he collapsed to the floor with nothing left to save him. I saw him die. 

They did that to him. They did that to us. Those four men whom had been hired as hit men to solve a drug insolvency. Those four men that were idiotic enough to be involved in a murder, let alone the murder of an honest innocent man. My man. Destroyed his life and mine. They slaughtered him as if he was nothing, they didn’t listen to my scream. They weren’t going to hear us out, there mission was to kill.

I waited approximately five hundred and two days in solitude before it grew wary. I was in unbelievable pain, silence and loneliness every day. Nothing I did was good enough, absolutely nothing took the pain away. Only he could. I needed to be with him, I couldn’t go on without him. I wanted the security and happiness that oozed off of his character back. I needed him. 

Which is why on that dark dreary day in Wolverhampton I decided my solitude was over, it had worn thin… 

I was found hanging from the balcony in my mansion, surrounded by the riches and lavish things in a home we had built together. I had so much going for me, we had so much planned for our future, yet it was all destroyed. Only to be found by that mail man the next morning. It was over. That’s it, that’s my story. That is how I died, wanting to be with him. 

Across the Ocean

In June my best friend and I decided to book a trip across the ocean. We wanted to relax by a pool with the sweltering but beautiful heat hitting our skin turning our milk bottle complexions into pretty olive skin. We wanted to eat and drink and visit the seaside and be happy and at peace from reality for the week. And we did. Turkey was the most incredible holiday ever. I am so glad we booked to go, I wish we had made the decision to stay longer because I could’ve been there for weeks let alone 7 days…which in reality is 5 days due to travelling across the ocean and onto roads whilst catching up on the time difference and tanning routine.

When we arrived in Alanya Turkey we instantly felt the heat hit our faces. Obviously English weather is a tad bit different because it is either raining, freezing cold or we have had a couple days of dry weather, so we were in tracksuits equipped to walk the English streets, not the Turkish ones haha. After the boring bits were completed like passport control (which for anyone wondering about Turkey, you have to purchase a visa to enter the country beforehand online), and our airport transfer. We arrived at side crown sunshine.

The hotel was amazing, it was beautifully lit and had a bar, water fountain and indoor and outdoor seating areas. It was dark when we got there so we looked out from the balcony and saw the pool lit up and the sun loungers just waiting for us. Dinner was being served in the all inclusive resorts resturant, we realised it was mostly German and Polish orientated food…apart from the baclava (my FAV dessert) which I filled up on immediatley.

The resort at night time when standing by the pool

We spent the rest of the week sunbathing, laughing, mucking around, watching the shows in the evenings, eating and sleeping. Much to the Germans delight, who didn’t take a shining to us as the only English people there. That was the only negative I would say about the holiday. The resort was dominated by those whom had come from Germany, they would stare at us both and judge our every move. One night a woman physically moved away from us in disgust. It was quite confusing as I always treat everybody the way I like to be treated; I always smile, hold doors open, say please and thank you and help when help is needed. So I was quite shocked to be judged in that kind of way.

However, we didn’t let it affect us to the point where it ruined our holiday. We still had the best time and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Side Crown Sunshine in Alanya served us well…me a little too well as I try to burn off the pancakes, ice cream, turkish rice and baclava now I am back in the U.K….

My favourite parts of the holiday were definitley watching the shows in the evening whilst drinking vodka lemon and when we went to the beach during the day. My mum always did call me a water baby and I have always loved the sea…especially when it is super choppy with waves as you can have more fun diving into them or trying to avoid them. I also loved the fact that I was stress free and completley confident for the week I was out there. Maybe it was because no one there knew me so it helped.

Trying to master balancing and breathing in on the wall outside our room – a talent for the CV in my opinion haha.

I was truly content in Turkey. It was the perfect way to book end the summer season before I began at university…and make some memories I will always remember.

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University

Hey everyone,

So, my life has been completley turned upside down in a matter of days. I made the bold decision to go to a university that isn’t anywhere near my home, my family, my gorgeous fur babies and my friends! haha well done me. However, I needed a change, an experience and an oppurtunity to change my outlook on life and broaden my horizons so in that sense I feel quite independant and happy that I am about to study a degree which relates to something I have fallen in love with (writing).

I am proud of myself.

But don’t get me wrong I still feel so nervous as these next few weeks will be really important in terms of finding my feet, my friendship groups and the lectures that commence on monday. I think the friendship groups are the thing I am most concerned about because everyone has different personalities and different kind of things that they laugh about or take seriously. I’m scared to say the wrong thing or do something that people don’t agree with…I dont know I guess i’m just nervous…especially as I am sat in my room by myself currently and feel as though if I don’t go out and socialise I am going to miss a vital part of forming a friendship group out. I guess it’s something you just have to take in your stride when choosing to change your life in this way.

I loveeeeeeee my room though! I walked into town today and got myself some bits to put my photos up and a cute scented cherry diffuser for my room so it looks and smells lovely. My bed is comfy and my blanket is here so all is good!

I will probably post a million updates on here about my new life change haha, i’ll let you all know when im happy when im sad when im lonely or when I don’t even know how I feel!

So stay tuned,

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The British Airways i360 – Brighton

Hey everyone!

So, this evenings post is dedicated to the British Airways i360 which is based in Brighton. For those unsure, British Airways is a plane company who decided to design the i360 as an attraction for those visiting or living in Brighton can enjoy.

When driving along the promenade in Brighton the attraction is prominent from all places and directions in the surrounding area. You cannot miss it as it is a whopping 450 feet. A circular, passenger viewing pod slowly moves up and down the vertical post it is attached to as customers of the i360 can observe and enjoy the outstanding views that many may not even be aware that Brighton has.

I went up the attraction a couple of weeks ago. It cost around about £20.00 for a standard ticket, however, there is an option of going V.I.P and being treated to food and drinks at ground level as you witness the seafront before stepping into the pod. The staff are friendly as you queue to go into the private area to wait for its decent downwards.

I wont give away the exact look of the pod inside for those interested in going! But it was a perfect way to view the city of Brighton. When inside I overlooked all the buildings and the people striding along the seafront enjoying there day. I had time to take in everything the city had to show at a completley different angle. It was incredible to just relax and witness the sun shining down and photograph everything.

You see things like that interest me haha. It was a unique way to view a city I live so close to – only a train ride away. The photo below is one I took from nearly the highest point. You can see for miles and miles…it was beautiful.

So, if you ever are in Brighton have a little look for yourself…

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