Moonlight & Metaphors

I read Wuthering Heights actually over a year ago but I cannot get out of my head the searing passion between Catherine and Heathcliff. Though their love story a tragic one, isn't it beautiful? And though extreme, oh so common. We never want to admit when we love someone, we run, we hide, but in the end..."I am Heathcliff!"

I spend a lot of time immersed in written words, in the arms of hard covers and intrigued by names of people who are either long dead or just beginning their lives. I always wonder how they do it. How did John Green push through an evening that only seemed to bring one sentence? All I really have to say is that I have been re-writing various posts for quite some time and my issue is not a matter of what I have to say. I know exactly what story I want to tell.  I just have no idea how to tell it. 

I'm not going to sit here and romanticize high school for you, or your teenage years. It's all been a blur in honesty. Four years, as I now have realized, is a little freeze frame in time that we can hardly grasp. Hell, a lot of us have another four to go, some even more. So stop beating yourself up for not wearing mascara today. Eat a good lunch. Stop worrying about your hair being pin straight. That corny little poster in your English class, the one that says something like, " 30 years from now, it won't matter what jeans you wore, how popular you were, what your hair looked like, or what sneakers you wore. What will matter is what you learned, and how you used it," is completely cliché but, God help me, it's one hundred percent true. I can't tell you what colour we painted our nails on the first day of grade nine, but there are four things that I can tell you to help you get through 1. You're going to struggle with who you are. Labels, as much as ...

It all started with a nine year old Nicole, cliché as it sounds, admiring a new copy of Anne of Green Gables . Little did little me know, that I'd be opening up the pages to more than a book, but, unmistakably, a passion. I've always known I wanted to study English Literature and I could continue talking about that for hours, but hell, " Where?"  was the question that I struggled to answer since the tenth grade. I narrowed it down by the time I applied, going back and forth between Queen's and Ryerson University for actually months. I had probably done thousands of virtual campus tours of the both and still been confused. Sometimes, I wanted to be in the city, the culture clashing around me vibrantly as I wrote myself a story of self invention. During others, I wanted to sit by a lake and reminisce over old Dickinson poems that drove me to believe in love and find it in everything I could. I told myself that acceptance letters would make my decision, when I had ...

He said something, long ago, along the lines of "I don't ever see things panning out that way for us," but what he didn't realize was that I never wanted it to. I wanted someone who found calmness in the wind and had the sky in their eyes. He was a completely unbearable crashing of fists on the regular, never stopping to appreciate the morning sun. He didn't know beauty, even when he had it staring right in front of his cold, harsh face. He'd never know beauty and that scared me.

Tick, tick, tick.  The last few months have been a big eye opener to myself; the concept of time has been one that has always fascinated me, thus, I have always attempted to have a good grasp on what it means to humanity. But until now, I don't think I've really been in awe of it's true meaning So, what is time? Well, in retrospect to this year, time is something that we really can't get enough of. The clock seems to be moving fast this year— like a car rushing by on the highway. Exam round one has come, and gone, at the speed of light and I think that is absolutely exhilarating and  terrifying. I have wished on an infinite number of stars for due dates to be later, for moments to never end and for God to let me stay in the bliss of a friday night for eternity, the thing about time is we cannot change that we only have so much of it left, in high school that is.  For the rest of the time we have left, I would hope we all plan on s...

Capricious little things that one clings to are words that escape the tip of our tongues and grace the ears (or eyes, if you are reading) of individuals. Whether we are lacking the words for something, allowing them to flow continuously or in dire need of hearing specific ones, words are around us constantly, in various forms, though they are not truly tangible. Words are arguably some of the most powerful things to ever grace the planet, with our words we hold the power to destroy, deceive, invigorate, inspire, comfort and change the world. Everyone has a sentence that they grasp tightly to their heart, whether it be a lyric from a song or a last "I love you" from someone special. I've always been one to hoard quotes on little pieces of paper; finding comfort in pretty words is what we do, regardless of our awareness of the matter. Words leave little footprints on our souls even when they aren't meant to. It is important that we remember that words should be ac...