After he came home with me, I lost my mind a little. I didn’t know his boxer physique would be my weak spot, and everytime he kissed me I felt a subtle nibble. I thought he had the sharpest teeth ever. My behavior lead me to the Overground where I rode the train all the way to Canary Wharf station, and with no cell service, I navigated....
— Page 16 of Violet Summer Zine 2015




Thank you for sending the copy along. I love your writing and could relate on so many levels its not even funny! The stories about tinder especially haha I’ve deleted and reactivated a dozen times. You are an amazing writer and cannot wait to read what you have for June 2016!
— Deanna First, Fashion Illustrator

May beauty and brains always be interchangeable.