Tag: what kind of wonderland

I’m Not Myself, You See.

  I appear to have been stabbed with the vulnerability sword whilst I wasn’t paying attention. Maybe it’s the time of year and all the glitzy, untouchable magic that heightens this feeling. Maybe it’s the nostalgia that accompanies this season or maybe it’s because I have a shitty cold and the Lemsip, Olbas Oil, Strepsils, […]