I’ve always been the kind of person to write things down, scribble them out and highlight others. For me, it’s a tactic of organisation—the kind where if I didn’t have a method to my own madness, then it’d just be chaos. But .
Productivity is one of those things: you’ve either got it, or you don’t. And I mean snoozes-alarm-five-times kind of don’t. But when you are able to tap into that mode and really hone in on what needs to be done, it takes an .
Since it’s inception, Instagram has become that go-to tool for enviously sussing out each other’s lives, sparking considerable amounts of food envy and worshipping new fashion trends that are hitting the street. But more recently, .
When Making a Murderer first hit our Netflix-proned screens, I was enthralled. Not even that—I was obsessed. It was the first show I’d invested so much time and thought into that was along the lines of true crime, and for some reason or .