October 2011
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“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes...”
– Anaïs Nin (via imfantasyparade)
August 2011
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July 2011
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Barbeque
At the beginning of spring, we decorated the fire escape behind our house with tea lights. We swept up the last of the rotting leaves, left over from Autumn, that the snow had kept hidden through out winter. Our bbq, old and bet out of shape, filled the neighbourhood with the smell of dripping sausages and faintly burned gas. The temperature had finally stuck above ten degrees and after being...
June 2011
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Veggie Garden
We just turned a bland patch of earth on the side of our house from this:
Into this:
And now we have our own organic veggies
like lettuce and tomato
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“What does the name of an author on the jacket matter? Let us move forward in...”
– If On A Winter’s Night A Traveller by Italo Calvino
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June
It was only when the temperature dropped below fifteen that I realised it was June, it was winter and suddenly half the year has slipped behind us. It’s been a year since we lived in Montreal and four months since I got back from Canada for the second time. And maybe it’s the cold weather that has me reminiscing all over again, but I still feel like I’m getting over that time...
May 2011
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Nostalgia
At night, Montreal still slides into our dreams and shifts our emotions. It is the ghost of the lost child we cannot let go. In the mornings I still wake up disorientated and surprised by the bright Australian sunshine pouring through my open window. I confuse the orange blossoms in our garden with snow. Our friendships are now hung up on those memories. In empty bars at 2am, we reminisce over...
January 2011
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The Surreal Life →
Written for Elle Canada, this has to be one of the best articles I’ve read in the last two years.
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September 2010
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Bus Dialogue
Stranger: Did you see that! That umbrella looks like the sun!
Me: I could do with a bit of sun today.
Stranger: Yes, your umbrella has a hole in it.
Me: So it does.
Stranger: (handing me, and I'm not even joking here, a whole roll of duct tape) you could use this to fix it.
Me: You carry duct tape in your purse?
Stranger: You never know when some one may need it.
Me: Oh. Wow.Ok.
Stranger: Would you like a berry Mentos?
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Just a Beer
Tonight we had one of the usual, drunk customers come into the store and attempt to by beers. I told him that I couldn’t serve him since he was drunk and that I was sorry. He’d been relatively cheerful before I broke the news to him. However after telling him this his whole body sagged and he lost the slight bounce in his step. It was as if I’d knocked all the wind out of.
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August 2010
9 posts
“Harry Potter is about confronting fears, finding inner strength and doing what...”
– - Andrew Frural
And once again I am reminded why (no that I need many reminders) I will never read Twilight.
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“The mind can make a heaven out of hell or a hell out of heaven”
– John Milton
“I’m leaving because you never asked me to stay.”
– Dawson’s Creek (via quote-book)
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I just wanted you to know
That garden we visited last summer for before I left is dead. I walked past it today and it’s almost gone. That lush, green, bed of grass is dried up and dusty. That was the grass we lay on and stared out over the lit up city reflected in the river. The thick hedgerows that hid us from passersby are skeletal and wilting and the birds have all left. I looked for the ducks which swam by in the...
Gary Arndt: 20 Things I've Learned From Traveling... →
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Departure
I told myself that looking back would only make it worse and that I had to say goodbye and keep walking. But I looked back with both of them.
I pressed my palm to window pane of the plane and swallowed my last image of him standing alone on the viewing deck. As the plane turned on the run way I held onto that snapshot and continued to crane my neck for one last look. Next to me the man in the tie...
Wishing on Airplanes: i carry you in my heart ... →
by: e.e. cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and…
July 2010
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someidletuesday:
I want you so bad, I’ll go back on the things I believe
There, I just said it- I’m scared you’ll forget about me
Mayer/BattleStudies/EdgeofDesire
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Montreal, I blame you
for my inability to fall asleep before three AM. I blame you for my inability to fall asleep in silence and that I now have to have my i-pod on. I blame you. But I am still in love with you.
June 2010
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“First, picture the forest. I want you to be its conscience, the eyes in the...”
– Barbara Kingsolver, ‘The Poisonwood Bible’
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Pen and Paper, please.
When we are apart, which these days isn’t as long as when I was studying, we rely heavily on electronic communication. We text, we phone, we Skype, we e-mail, we Facebook, we chat online and he follows my blog. I find it both amazing and sad that our relationship is boxed up and defined in the bright white glare of a computer and cell phone screen. It’s supposed to make things easier but really it...
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Wake Up
I lay in bed in the cool silence of the morning. The rain had finally stopped but the birds were still hesitant in their usual chatter as they jumped from dripping branch to dripping branch. With my eyes still closed I listened, for a few moments, to the sound of his breathing and felt my arm on his chest gently rising and falling. As he woke up he pulled me closer He nuzzled my neck and greeted...
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Testimonial
When Montreal ended, when we’d eventually all packed our lives into neat bags and left the city, left our rooms and our fridges and our walls bare, I tried to think of how I could put into words. Each night, after talking to my to all my friends about how much we missed it, I’d attempt to write about it. I eventually decided that I couln’t do it. Instead I was going to leave it...
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