I’m Siobhan (it’s Irish, pronounced shiv-on) but I prefer the nickname Bonny (or Bon like the bonbon sweets haha). I’ll be 18 in August but I love making friends of all ages! I’m super hyper and excited and have no chill most of the time but, I’m also good at listening and I know when to cool down.
I was born in South Africa and moved to England in like 2008. I love travelling and I love learning, I really want to experience as many different cultures as I possibly can.
I like writing but I really love media and photography, if you wanna discuss a film (lit any film!! i’m a film buff i’ve watched so many and if I haven’t then I will just so I can discuss bc I’m like that). Lmao my writing skillz are fairly adequate, wouldn’t say they’re the best but I have been praised for it before. Although… my grammar sucks btw.
I am a white girl who has a whole lotta love in her, (#pan af) ((Gimme those cooking utensils oh yes)) who supports people for who they are!!
So like if you want someone random to talk to you can come to me okay. I LOVE NEW FRIENDS, but I am kinda clingy… but like if you want me as a new friend expect like memes and cute animal pictures and me going missing for like four hours bc I fell asleep or I forgot my phone died or I’m in a bad mood and I don’t wanna disturb anyone else but ehh… I do try :) AND ALSO rants about literally nothing and everything (at the same time ayy)
Im into a lot of stuff but I always like finding new things :)
“There was something wrong with her. She did not know what it was but there was something wrong with her. A hunger, a restlessness. An incomplete knowledge of herself. The sense of something farther away, beyond her reach.” - Americanah
I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
Hey. I’m currently a second year student at the University of Cape Town and my majors are English and History. I’m taking Xhosa as an elective because I’m completely monolingual and I’d like to change that.
A little about me:
I love reading. My favorite genres are speculative fiction and young adult. But I also read a bunch of other things too. If it interests me I’m in it for the long run.
I write prose and poetry. I also enjoy reading poetry. My favorite poets are Charles Bukowski, Shane Koyczan and Sarah Kay.
I play piano and I’m trying to learn to play guitar. I love playing covers of songs I like. I listen to a lot of indie rock and alternative rock. My favorite bands are The Killers, 30 Seconds to Mars and The 1975s. I also like a bunch of other bands like The Lumineers and Kings of Leon. I’d love to hear about the music you like too. It’s tough finding new music to listen to sometimes
I also enjoy doing different kinds of crafts when I have the time. I can knit a bit, and I love to journal.
Preferences: I’d like a pen pal who would be into sending snail mail. I’d love to get to know you and maybe we can become good friends.
I’m looking for penpals around my own age: 18-25
It would be lovely if you’re open to talking about lots of different things like music and life in general.
We can email or chat on Tumblr for a bit first and warm up to sending letters if that suits you.
Generally the men always tried to appear strong; they walked tall, heads upright, arms steady at the sides, and feet firmly planted like trees. Solid, Jericho walls of men. But when they went out in the bush…and nobody was looking, they fell apart like crumbling towers and wept…
And when they returned to the presence of their women and children and everybody else, they…erected themselves like walls again, but then the women, who knew all the ways of weeping and all there was to know about falling apart, would not be deceived; they gently rose from the hearths, beat dust off their skirts, and planted themselves like rocks in front of their men and children and shacks, and only then did all appear tolerable.
Finally got around to using the planner my mom bought me for my senior year of college! My favorite color is yellow, so she knew it’d be perfect. Planning meetings with advisors and getting things in order for classes.🍍
Currently listening to: “Africa” by Toto on repeat in my head, always