Receipt #35

Hundreds of rum fuelled memories in these bars: from the stupid times downing whatever pint while my sports team egged me on, the civillised cocktails dressed up to the nines with the girls as if we were on Sex and the City, the late night deep talks that went in to the early hours with…

Receipt no.9

View this post on Instagram #Receipt No.9 Call me by my full name because when you say it, it's somebody I want to be and I am reminded of all that I am. #poetry #handwritten #poetsofinstgram #writersofig #whatsinaname #name #love #family #me #work #scribbles #scrappy #barlife #bar #hotel #hospitalitylife A post shared by The Receipt…

Our universe

Let me collapse in to your arms every night just like the galaxies do in to themselves, we can create our own universe between these sheets.