Outgoing Australian Of The Year - Grace Tame - Meets With Prime Minister Scott Morrison. Photographs

He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the déjà vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow or wanting back something you should never have given away.

'The Dark Tide' by Josh Lanyon

She began to fear that she would always be greedy, all the time. Nothing ever seemed to fill her up. Nothing ever seemed to touch the sides.

Funny Girl by Nick Hornby

People died. Innocent people died Granda. And they were someone’s mother, father, daughter, son. Nothing can ever make that ok. And the people who took those lives, they’re just gonna walk free.

I will find you," he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you---then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest." His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. "Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

'Outlander' by Diana Gabaldon

me: i don’t really want to write this essay

the little shakespearean friar living in my brain: FAKE YOUR DEATH

me: what

Anna Akhmatova poem

There ain't no sin. There ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.

'Grapes of Wrath' by John Steinbeck