Sitting in a room of politics and social justice students, I begin to feel like Elle Woods in a room full of Jane Goodall’s. Stepping into a foreign building on campus, I look as if I am a first-year student lost in the masses. With the heel of my loafer clicking on the linoleum, I…
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Broken Telephones & Presumptuous Lies.
“Men have forgotten this truth:, said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” — Antoine de Saint- Exupery As the tears fall down my cheek the echoes of the past whisper in my ear. Trying to wipe the falling tears from my face, I turn…
It Takes Two to Tango & A Mothers Advice.
Seated onboard a moving vessel, I listen to the sound of the train moving along the rails. Looking out onto the greenery I see the beauty in the suburban culture around me. I cannot fathom the fact that I have actually been pretty happy staying in the suburbs. Thinking back to last summer and how…
Phantom Limb & The Historic Buildings.
When I am sad or in a beat up mood, I always find myself in search of a good romantic comedy. I think it is the concept of focussing on someone else’s problems other than your own. As the sun is quickly replaced by storm clouds, the rain begins to fall down my bedroom window…
Bullshit.
It hit me, and It hit me like a ton of bricks… like a steel beam to the head, like an opportune epiphany that allowed me to open my eyes and to find the inspiration I needed. It all hit me…
Boxes, Bags & Elevator Tags.
Boxes and bags, and unclaimed clutter litters the floor of our small Distillery apartment. Blinded by the new morning sun, I step out of bed to get ready for this difficult day ahead of me. Looking around, I am surrounded by my life folded neatly into over a dozen boxes. One year has passed since…
The Cave.
It is a sullen day. Forsaking the exhausted sun, I walk into the wood. Lilac blooms, birds chirp, and the last rays of sunlight weakly bid the trees farewell. Finding a shaded nook I sit down by a flowing brook and open a book to read. As the hours pass, the scent of the blooming…
The perfect storm.
The first hand written post in my new leather bound journal. This journal was given to me (ironically) by my vegetarian boyfriend. I must issue a firm thank you to Americano as this notebook is entirely made out of a dead cow….every vegetarians dream. The smell of lilac billows through my bedroom as the sound…
A tiny violin begins playing in the background.
Another birthday, another rainy day. As the grey clouds fill the overcast sky I sit down on the couch. Staring out onto the rain covered cobble stones I bury my head into my hands and close my eyes. Today happens to be my birthday. While birthdays are usually days of great fun and excitement, the…
How To Find Your Balls (Literally & Figuratively).
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”. After an unncessecful day of apartment hunting with Americano, we walked back to my apartment to put on a film. Picking the adaptation of my favourite novel “The Great Gatsby”, we at down to watch the tragedy unfold. Looking at the…
Short Lessons on a Rainy Day.
Do you need support or just a shoulder to cry on? While the two seem very similar, they are in fact very different. Support can be seen as an undistilled dose of reality. Reality thrown at you from all angles which will allow you to see through the facade. The opposite (being a shoulder…
Radiant Wording & Bestival Toronto on June 12th!
Feet in the sand, music in your ears and Florence + The Machine performing right before your eyes! Bestival makes its international debut June 12 & 13 at Hanlan’s Point Beach in the Toronto Islands! On Thursday April 30 at 10AM ET for $69.50 (plus applicable service charges) single day tickets for the festival will be…
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