Rebecca Taylor

Bio

Londoner. Extrovert. Harry Potter enthusiast. Procrastinator extraordinaire.
By Rebecca Taylor
I knew we were temporary, but, as usual, I let my imagination run away with itself. You were leaving in three months, going to be gone for six. I remember our first date. You were just some guy I'd met by chance one morning in California. I don't…
By Rebecca Taylor
Another whirlwind boyfriend has just called time on our relationship, if you can even call it that. We were talking for six weeks and officially together for three. We rushed into things, talked about our future together and made extravagant…
By Rebecca Taylor
“You like him,” my roommate stated, eyeing me up with the self-satisfied look she has when she knows she's read me like a book. “Who?” I replied, not looking up from the text my eyes were fixated on. We both knew who. I was doing it again; I was…
By Rebecca Taylor
I pride myself on the fact that I have an amazing group of friends. They're supportive, fun, intelligent and just generally f*cking great. They listen to every stupid problem I have, bring my crazy head back to earth when I'm being irrational and…
By Rebecca Taylor
I’m tired of being a party girl. I’m exhausted with everyone expecting me to be “fun." And recently, I’ve come to hate the girl I turn into after a few too many beverages. The blackouts are becoming more frequent, the hangovers more intense and the…