Reason, a Season, and a Lifetime.

I’ve wrapped myself in this emotional spiderweb, wrapped up by occurrences of the past that I have mentally repressed. Intricately designed and mirrored as a testimony to heritage, I have made myself a bed and am waiting for the incoming attack.

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#___ Time Is Precious.

I spent the evening in a room full of creatives at the Kit and Ace: Wall Launch Event. Featuring work from artist Sara Pearson, we gathered to celebrate the local Toronto art scene. Looking at the oil painting hung eloquently on the wall, I look deeply into what she could be saying. The delicate curves…

1950’s V. 2015 – What’s Love Got To Do With It?

Being single in the city is supposed to have its own benefits: surrounded by hundreds of attractive, entrepreneurial types, ready to jump in and fund your shoe habit. It seems that I have been under many false pretences, for television romantic comedies have done nothing but lie to me. Looking around the city, I find…

Love is a Yorkshire Terrier from Hell.

Growing up we are always told to follow our heart, but is this piece of parental advice considered correct? I have found that the heart can easily be persuaded. The human heart is a muscle, it does not think nor do they hold the ability to make change… a heart can break and can be easily shattered and puppeteered to fit certain needs.