People talk about feeling a pull from the ocean: its call, their response, and a splendid union. I can’t say I’ve felt the same. My pull comes from within, it is manic and obsessive. Every other thought is suffocated by my desperation for submersion. Returning to the water is a compulsion.
Browsing: Creative
the soft hum of waves echo,
washing over my skin, eyes, mind,
as I slip slowly into the depths of dreaming.
sometimes I am a melting icicle
or glacier; tiny slips drip dripping away,
cascading down cold-blooded cheeks.
How shall I be
One of the great I see
In a world of “men”
Where I am a woman
They’ll reminisce on these nights, only the ones they can remember through someone’s Digicam photography. But they won’t remember how they got home, when they were head down in a toilet bowl, or when the party ended.
You asked for it….Jacob Elordi comes* back to USyd in the second instalment of I (salt)burn for you.
Your footsteps gone, grass spry before I could ask,
Hold my hand, just this once…
Life as a USyd student means arriving to a 9am class late and savouring a soy latte from Courtyard while embracing the moments with those people who make our everyday experiences here — those little ‘vignettes’ — worth every second.
Jacob Elordi comes* to USyd in this all-new series of enemies-to-lovers fanfiction, featuring YOU.
PART I “It’s always something with you” Always sick You injured yourself again Just an excuse, eh? It’s getting old,…
