One Tequila, two Tequila, three Tequila floor.
Picture me where I woke up if you will. There's blood absolutely everywhere. I unstick one eye and assess my surroundings, I’m alone in my bed which is an excellent start, but I decide to check the living room for strangers later. There's shattered glass in the folds of my duvet and I am fairly certain I’m tasting a mixture of ethanol and stale nicotine in my mouth, which I have obviously failed to remove the glitter from.
Billie GoldPublished 5 months ago in Confessions
Russian Paul
The following is a work of fiction, inspired by the very real unsolved death of my father, twenty years ago. This story has been written and rewritten many times but never on paper. This story contains untruths and truths, the likelihood of which is yours to decide.
Billie GoldPublished 7 months ago in Criminal
Thankful for the hustle
I’m not going to sugar-coat it, this year has felt like being microwaved in hell while listening to the bee gees on repeat with bad news being filtered in every six minutes by Janice from Friends. At the start of the year I was at the top of my game as a performer, ringing in the new year to uproarious laughter and singing, falling asleep with a crappy plastic crown on and feeling the most thankful I have ever felt in my entire life, so full of love and gratitude that it physically hurt.
Billie GoldPublished 10 months ago in Filthy
Murder, Mystery and Makeup
You know when you've found something juicy to write about when you have to tear yourself away from the screen to write it.
Billie GoldPublished 12 months ago in Horror
Eventually
Very rarely And in the quiet of a bathtub I’ll feel my head get clear Is there something about being so hot and wet that steams it out of me?
Billie GoldPublished about a year ago in Poets
Morning Panic Goblins
Wake up, panic. That is a story I thought I was alone with for a really long time. Pinterest pages and inspirational memes are all very well and good for a lovely twee morning routine but what if you wake up every morning, with an instant adrenaline hit, the creeping panic and following wave of nausea, the dash to your phone to see if something awful has happened while you were asleep, or perhaps the meeting you forgot.
Billie GoldPublished about a year ago in Motivation
30
I have come to the conclusion that I and everyone else has been drip fed the notion that everyone after 30 ceases to be beautiful and youthful. I can remember countless jokes on TV where the much older male character would be dismissive of any woman over 25, as if their use ended the day they had their next birthday. I've spent countless hours obsessing over turning thirty and why it was a terrible thing, and finally, I’ve decided that everything I know about ageing and beauty is complete bullshit, and here's why.
Billie GoldPublished about a year ago in Motivation
Identity in fashion
In the UK shops are set to reopen on June 15th, and like a lot of us, I am desperate to piece myself back together, the urge to run to shops to buy fast fashion, hair dye, and buy the things that make me feel like me is strong. But then I started to think about how much of my identity is different, cue The Internal Shift.
Billie GoldPublished about a year ago in Styled
