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. 


I went to watch Ouija: The Origin of Evil with a friend of mine and when we left the cinema, we thought it was one of the scariest films we’d seen. The girl was absolutely terrifying but then, a week later Donald Trump won the election and that became the scariest thing we’d seen.

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?

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