JCU Love Letters 2.0

#6272 This love letter is for my friends. Thanks for helping me come out of my shell. The past few months have been a crock of shit mental health-wise since I've left behind a violent and abusive household. It's so ridiculous to be writing down, but you've shown me that I can take up space and make myself heard. If any of you read this, know that I enjoy helping you and that you never look stupid when asking a question. I'm proud of you and the effort that you put in every day even if it's not apparent. Fuck the number on your assignments or practicals and what you think it says - I can't wait to see what kind of people you grow up to become. Anonymous

#6271 King of med more like king of hiding smh

#6270 Guys please, who are the JCU Redbull ambassadors??!! Sincerely, a girl who needs a free redbull or 10

#6269 Reply to #6259 Maybe, just maybe, you're simply not the one? If this is you, please for the love of fucking god, move on.. its been a while hey

#6268 #6258 I see you’ve dyed your hair brown. Looks good. I’m excited to come to uni now.

#6267 Red heads are the devil incarnate

#6266 Who else out here wanting to CRACKK DR SPIDER MAN GEORGE MANN… THE SECOND I GET MY HANDS ON YOU IN THAT MASK. Let me innnnnn xxxx

#6265 My loneliness turns time into vast expanses of land. A mountain of hours lay before me, and on the other side- I don’t know, but hold only to a hope of ‘maybe’, that there could be an oasis just over this ridge of hours. Hours are kilometres. I navigate this wilderness without crying out- knowing my cries will be swallowed by the ever looming surrounds. Thoughts like a stream into a deep chasm, that echos, but never echos back- bottomless. So too, is this landscape of isolation, just as endless and extreme. I wonder alone. I want to fall down and cry, hoping death takes me gently, but my instinct is too strong- and just as well, this horizon never ends, wherever I go. Desolate lands speak poetry to my heart and recognises something of itself; beauty in its isolation; company with an aching solitude. Wandering, wandering soldier, where upon the Earth will you find your violent company and die with your brothers, nourishing with the blood of your heart, this beautiful, lonely land… - Wandering Soldier

#6264 With my words, I’ll dig to the treasures of your heart; endless treasure chest, whose depths I’ll never reach, and mind just as deep- you’re my paradise, like a turquoise beach. To play like a child with you, to play even just a part, of the length of our life, twined over time, weaved through vast Australian distances, meeting again, woven closer- our fates rhymed, and between us- between material and spiritual, there’s all too few, too few differences… - Wandering Soldier

#6263 What am I if I’m not loved? What is anyone who isn’t loved? What is power worth without love? Can power exist without love? What is everything worth without love? What is anything worth without love? Life starts with love, but where does life lead if not back to it? What is one to do without love? What is left of someone without it? Would my questions yield an answer if I had it? Would I find a single answer at all? Maybe none of them matter when we are loved. - Wandering Soldier