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My uncle once told me that in a riptide,
the waves are like a hand pulling you back.
I was always aware; cautious —
knowing the waves clung to bodies with a strong grip.
It wasn’t until the buoyant trait of my mind disengaged
with the insight of my stomach,
and I realized the waves have claws, too.

I wanted to watch the sunsets of your skin;
I caught you during the peak of your hurricane season.

In the wreck of your arms my uncle’s warnings washed away,
brutally devoured by the temper of your nature.
Yet I managed to remember a riptide is most common during
hurricane season,
but forgot to plant my feet securely in the ocean’s sand,
empowering you to drag me further from the shore.

The panic haunted my lungs but I swam,
knowing my breath would soon be limited.

How can the simple steps of survival
drown so quickly in the midst of panic?
How do we find ourselves as the attraction of disaster
when we try so hard to avoid it?

When will bodies float
and when will they sink?

Your strength enclosed my throat, and my ears plugged with water.
But through the pleas for air my memory
jogged warnings from the past —

“Do not fight the current, you will lose”

“Calmness will conserve you, panic will drown you”

“Swim parallel to the shore, to the horizon”


“Whatever you do,
survive the riptide”

Alessia Di Cesare, Survive The Riptide (via featherumbrellas)
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1. Do not date a boy who does not care what your favourite song is. The boy who does not care what melodies ignite your heart strings with love and wonder while staring at passing street lights on the last train home, will not care if it’s 2 a.m. and your heart is breaking.

2. Do not let anyone fold you up like last winters tattered scarf and put you away with the others in a neatly labeled box. Even when there’s thunder and the sky is crying, you are your mum’s favourite summer dress. You are to wear yourself like you believe it.

3. We are all stories. Write yours how you want. Make today’s chapter about purposely taking the wrong bus and discovering a tiny blue tea shop, or folding origami paper hearts over and over on your window sill. Just make sure it’s something you’d enjoy reading.

4. I will always try to save you.

5. Someday you will be 19 and lost and heartbroken and you will think about a place you’ve seen on TV or heard or read about in a book or seen a picture of. You will feel your heart drop into your stomach. Go there. For a day, a month, forever, but it’s important that you go.

6. The world is so beautiful. Do not let the slumped over homeless man outside the convenience store or the stories of guns and bombs on the television let you believe otherwise. We are all so lost. All of us. We all show it in different ways. I write bad poems. Others start wars. There is no inherent evil, only good people searching too hard.

7. I love everything about you.

8. Money turns people into liars and emotional ghosts. School grades are an inaccurate representation of you. Measure your life’s worth in how many times you’ve nearly lost your life to laughter, how many books you’ve closed with happy tears in your eyes, people whose lives you’ve brought joy to, marshmallows eaten, or countries visited.

9. Don’t ever let anyone tell you to stop crying. Cry if you want to. It’s okay. You’re allowed.

10. My best friend once told me that the most important decision he had ever made was to love everyone and everything. He’s the only person I’ve ever known to have a viewable aura of light around him. Don’t forget to love this world, to love people. Be light. You are already mine.

10 things I will tell my daughter. - Julia LaValley (via safeguards)