Holocene
Emma, 23, Melbourne. Literature and gender studies student. Books, poetry, photography, feminism and solitude.
(via young-and-yawning)
This morning I had coffee with two of the boys I’m traveling to Europe with in August. We did some planning, got overly excited, tried to be serious, and then did some more planning. I cannot wait!
This piece was done on my thigh yesterday by an amazing lady. ‘Come What May.’
May is always going to be the hardest month for me. Last May, I was diagnosed with cancer. I was so lucky that they found it early and all I needed was a round of surgery. 22, and a cancer ‘survivor’. My world was turned upside down. Shortly after, a close friend passed away. She was the biggest influence on my academic life to date. My tutor, my confidant, my mate. Everything I believe in so strongly now, I owe to her for introducing me to. A few days after Kate passed, I left my fiancé. It sounds so weird to say, because when I look at my life now, it blows my mind to think I was engaged. But I was, and I left. He is a great man, and we are now on okay terms, but that just wasn’t the life I wanted, or needed. No regrets, life is so precious. I am approaching my one year check up with my specialist, and I am nervous, but I am okay. Come what may.
Control blew my mind.
I don’t want to be alive on nights like tonight. When nothing feels right, and all I can see is nothing.
Answer:
Oh, this made me smile so much. Thank you Dion. Counting down the days till I see you x
