Drip, drip, drip. You’ll never know what venom lies at the bottom of my martini glass. A sweet temptress with a dry twist, laced with the poison that masks as desire. So go on my dear, take a sip. It won’t bite. © Sarah Mullaney If you've made it this far and have not aggressively closed your tab or…
Once again, in true Sarah style, it seems I’ve let my blog go to one side for the last couple of months. She’s a Writer… who has forgotten to actually write in her free time, oh the irony. I say this, but my blogging absence hasn’t been without good reason; it’s been a busy couple of months. From…
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I’m a Copywriter in Advertising, swanning around the second city attempting to ‘adult,’ whilst maintaining a Peter Pan perspective on growing up.
I’m a passionate writer and poet, and I guess you label this as a coming of age blog. If coming of age means one minute sharing my deepest hopes and dreams, the next spent penning a (not so) passive aggressive piece about how I will never, ever understand the fuckboy.
Moving on up, royally cocking things up and everything in between, I'm finding myself in the adult world. Care to join? x