February 2012
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confessions #15
kateemacneill:
sunsets on the only patio will be in my top five quintessential peterborough moments forever, and i am okay with that.
also on that list: warm sunny summer evenings, warm summer nights (remember there are trees above it all?!).
“I think it’s really important to go to your room and sit there. I couldn’t mean...”
– From A Conversation With Stephen Dunn (via wwnorton)
garconniere asked: i almost bought that dreamy bathing suit last summer but was/am still too broke - it's by minnow bathers in toronto!
Are all the tattoo/body mod tumblrs out there just full of ultra skinny white girls? After a few pages it’s just a total bummer.
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January 2012
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“I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world. ”
– Mary Oliver, from “When Death Comes” in New and Selected Poems, Volume One (via girlinlondon)
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...”
– Charles Bukowski (via girlinlondon)
I had a dream where I saw my tombstone. I had been given ten days to live, so they marked my death as having happened on the tenth day. Te tombstone was ready and I saw my name etched into it. Saw my name for the first real time. It was the ninth day, and I felt fine. I wasn’t on my death bed, I said. My mother phoned and said, no, it’s in your blood. It’s invisible to you. You...
Sometimes, you just get bummed out and that’s alright. You can go out and look pretty pretty and see people you love and it just doesn’t cut it. Don’t know why. Oh! spontaneous memory upon typing: summer before grade six. Had half a beer at my friends house, felt like a rebel, slept in a tent outside and talked about bodies. Her family reunion? Not sure the event. First time I...
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