Don’t Let Them Win.

In life, there comes a time where we all must face adversity. Where we must face bigots and narcissists. Where the lives we lead are threatened and all that we hold dear is at stake. And it is happening now, all over the world. 

Today, I am reminded of how awful and cruel this world can be. How disgusting a human being can become. How precious youth is stripped and taken. How the innocent are the ones who fall because of the actions of an evil, wicked person. 

Please remember, instead of hating each other and caving to fear, we need to band together. 

We cannot let them win. We are far stronger than them. 


Happy Halloween! 

“When witches go riding and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers ‘tis near Halloween.”

– Have a good one guys! 🎃

There is a young girl, sitting by her window. Her mother promises that the witch will appear this year, she has purple hair and a kind smile.

“We’re friends,” her mother would say, “she used to do magic tricks at school.”

But every Halloween, the girl never sees the witch and she stops believing in fairy tales.

And yet, sometimes she still finds herself peering out the window for her friendly witch.

Guess some things are hard to let go of.


Nothing Matters.

“In the end, it does not matter. Nothing does and it never did. The only truth is that we shall die. Be forgotten in the wind. We’ll become nothing but memories and stories. Nothing but words on a page or a laugh down at the pub. A song in the rain. A tear in the spring. We’ll become human in our death. We’ll lose ourselves in life and in the end, nothing matters.”


“I didn’t get to say goodbye to you. The last time I saw you, you were smiling and laughing. I didn’t know that would be the last time I saw you, the last time I’d be able to say I love you, to give you a hug and thank you for always being so kind. It’s been months now and it still hurts. It always will, because you’re no longer here.”


It doesn’t matter where she goes or what she does.

Her childhood always follows her, not the tears and arguments, but the books and stories. It’s what made her who she is today. She’s been a witch and travelled to Hogwarts, she grew up with Lucy in a place called Narnia, she followed Bilbo and Frodo on their adventures, she stumbled across a rabbit hole with Alice and the yellow brick road with Dorothy. Her imagination stems from these tales, from the Knights of the Round Table, to The Secret Garden and places full of wonder and magic, and onto darker, scarier worlds where all that frightens her comes to life.

It doesn’t matter if she’s six or thirty, her childhood friends, the ones she found in pages are still there for her. They stand by her and give her the push she needs. If Harry Potter can battle the Dark Lord while studying, then she can overcome whatever fight she’s dealing with, if Hermione Granger can prove herself to be more capable than those around her, then whatever anxiety she may be feeling, she’ll use whatever it is Hermione has to spur her on. At the back of her mind, those stories are there and always will be.

After all, the stories we love best do live in us forever, don’t they?

Pure Beauty.

The view is breath taking,
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
A vast, clear blue sky stretches overhead,
A bright sun burns insistently,
Birds soaring far and high,
Everything is happening fast, blurry and yet, there’s something about that that makes it feel right.

A hush falls over us,
Silence, no words are needed to describe this feeling, we already know.
So many trees, I’ve never seen so many,
Mountains, higher and higher,
The path travels upwards, spiralling up higher into the mountains,
It’s amazing; I can see everything, the little towns, and the small sparkling lakes.

We’re into the mountains now; the roads aren’t rocky as expected,
Delphi is beautiful, the town is so small and serene, and it’s like being in a dream.
The part we stay in is so quiet, that I could hear my friends taking even though I’ve on the next street, I love it here.
Apollo’s temple and theatre is my favourite part, seeing the ruins just prove that the ancient civilisation was real and they actually did pray to the Greek Gods.

I miss it.
I miss all of it but it’s a memory that I’ll treasure forever.

A Moment of Change.

A/N: Just a piece of poetry I wrote years ago. Also shared on my Tumblr, sorry for self promoting but do check it out if you can! 

Well, it’s raining, 

It’s quite fitting, don’t you think?
It’s comforting, the rain,
Masks all the pain, yet it also feels like it’s over, the rain is like a sign,
A closing curtain if you wish, the final time, to tell us, it really is over.  

We know it’s the end, there’s no changing that,
And yet we try to forget, to hold on, to pretend it’s all going to be okay.
Nothing can stop it though; its happening and we just have to let it go.
But we don’t say our goodbyes, its better that way,
We don’t break and we don’t cry,
It’s just a moment of change.

Maybe we’ll meet again someday, maybe we won’t,
But it’s okay. Of course, it hurts, it fucking kills me, but it’s okay.
It’s alright, we’re alright, we need this. It was meant to happen.
There’s a time for everything, right? Well, it’s time for this.
It’s time to let go.

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