I’m Rosy Parrish, a 25 year old adult-in-training living in Brighton. Previously, I was hiding from my problems in Madrid – but there’s only so long you can teach English until the word verb makes you cry. Now I spend my days working in #content, but by night I just like to scream into the void. Rarely Rosy is both my name, a reference to how infrequently I post here, and a pun on my crippling pessimism. If you like fantasy novels, cruelty free lipstick, and cats – then you’ve found the blog for you. If not, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing for you here.