February 2012
6 posts
when a good man and a good woman can't find the...
feist is just so lovely on a sunny february afternoon, while painting my nails.
it’s taken a couple mice in my apartment for me to remember how lucky i am.
yesterday, in between bites of oreo cookies, terra chips, chocolate jello and anything else i could get my hands on during my 13 hour work day, it hit me, yeah BAM like a truck. i have not been this stressed out in a long time- in such a long time, i think i forgot what stress is like. and over what? mice in my...
children don't grow up. our bodies grow bigger but...
i loved the january craziness.
a boston weekend with the girls sandwiched between two rounds of igloofest. diplo (who i admit i was completely unfamiliar with) showed us an amazing time, and montreal came through for us giving us some mild winter weather to properly dance around with my arms in the air in true white girl style.
breaks from the comfortable hibernation i’ve slipped into,...
January 2012
2 posts
December 2011
8 posts
One love.
Keys n Krates at the drake tonight.
It’s been a while Toronto, since I’ve seen you for the weekend.
Stoked to stumble down your streets and listen to your music.
I’m dressing up for you tonight Toronto, I’ve missed you.
Don’t let me down.
There's a bluebird
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him
I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you.
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there.
Charles Bukowski, you genius....
and i don’t really give a fuck, and my excuse is that i’m young.
guess i let my pms take over.
i’m better than fine. i need to run my own shit, run my own game, tell these boys to get the fuck out of my bedroom confusing me with questions like…
putting my own shit on blast.
self-reminder: airlines have weight limits on baggage.
so should i.
i ain’t feeling very swagged out lately. i got it back, got a glimpse; but dancing is tricky when you got a heavy heart. swaying your hips ain’t so easy when you’re in the fetal position.
who the fuck am i? i am stronger than this. better than this. better than this collective of experiences that keep fucking...
i want to know someone.
their scars, their flaws, their insecurities.
i want to know what puts a smile on their face.
i want to be somebody’s muse.
i just want someone to kick it with.
at the end of the day, someone to sit down with, lay my head on their chest, anticipate the feeling of my fingers slipping into theirs as i’m washed over with a sense of ease.
i want someone who...
sicks tea wun
website of the day: the sixty one
i love the idea of this, a website that plays you a random selection of songs.
it’s obviously hit and miss, but when a gem pops up, it usually is worth the 10 previous ones you had to skip through.
today’s gem: The Cinematic Orchestra, To Build A Home (Ma Fleur, 2007)
this song is all around beautiful and i’m not sure why it’s taken me...
November 2011
17 posts
i wish i could buy back the woman you stole.
here it comes, a rant in full force:
i love this city. i adore it. i feel like i have grown up with this city, and this city has grown up with me. i have explored its nooks and crannies, i have found the comfortable places where i feel right at home. this city had introduced me to my best friends, it has guided me in finding the things that drive me and the things that give me reasons to get out...
tennessee/california/montreal dreaming.
If the children don’t grow up, our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up. We’re just a million little gods causin’ rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust. I guess we’ll just have to adjust.
I remember working at hmv in grade 12, we played this album non-stop. i loved this song then. they played it as their encore this summer at bonnaroo. i loved this...
is it friday yet? craving my friends, dark lipstick, cold pbr, and dancing duh.
all american.
better mood in check. quickest mood improvement method ever. i remember hearing gentleman husbands cover this song at a show of theirs a year or so ago. it was like rediscovering what happiness felt like. so badass.
some other great america-inspired music:
uno. dos.
so we bought a pack of cigarettes and mrs. wagner pies, and we walked off to look for america.
i remember hearing simon and...
so won't you please just take my hand and take my...
jeans-cheap monday, urban outfitters sale $30 sweater- value village thrift, $6
sleepy and lethargic from 4 am halifax wake-ups. going to bed as the world wakes up. is it friday yet?noon bed times mean slow songs and heartbreak.
i obviously can’t make up my mind. am i happy or sad?i think i am content/neutral. but more happy than sad. somewhere between heartbreak and love, a...
i could never place the stars at night above you.
thursday nights/friday mornings.
shit out of luck trying to see these lovely people at the horseshoe yesterday. instead we wandered kensington, tried to find cold tea, failed. ended up at ronnie’s for a beer and pinky promises for banff 2012.
my heart will always be in the rockies. they’ve taken more breath out of me than any boy ever has.
happy’s not the word, you make me free. listening to the xx in bed....
the prettiest people do the ugliest things.
preach, kanye.