– Anonymous


Don’t do that. Don’t tell me I’m not trying. I swam through 12 oceans and drowned in every single one of them, but each time the water seeped into my lungs and the fish started swimming in my bloodstream, I spat it all up and continued swimming. I am not a life raft, I will not pop in the middle of the ocean. I am a fucking ship and I promise you I will make it to shore alive.

My Favourite Book

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He’s my favourite book; the vintage edition with the slightly worn-out pages, the binding disintegrating with my every touch so that I have to handle with care. He’s the cliffhanger and the happy ending that I desperately crave. He’s not the most popular book in the bookstore; he’s not at the shop-front, catching everyone’s eye in the window with his self-righteous front cover but he is my favourite piece of art. I like that about him. He’s not what people expect. And that is why he is mine.

A Bucket List Wish

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Every sunset will be witnessed with someone’s thumb over the pulse of my right wrist, watching the fiery glow softly caress everything it sets its sight on. I’ll be standing in the middle of a storm as the scent of our youth crashes into the ground, leaving behind a mess of broken ambition and ecstasy. Intoxicated with the idea of mystery and adventure, I’ll follow my happiness. Submerged in my freedom, I will live how life should be lived; with no limits, no expectations and no rules.

– Finn Butler


Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.