Sunday, January 31, 2010

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Thursday, January 28, 2010

I start to melt 
with my arms around her waist
and my mouth starts to spell
and the words saying it's okay.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah


be gay.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Saturday, January 23, 2010

(from Sam Coldy's flickr)

(from iliveinoctober's flickr)

Friday, January 22, 2010

Monday, January 18, 2010

sigh - w4w

Date: 2010-01-17, 11:57PM EST
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you just dont know how beautiful you are

its scary, falling for you. i wish i could read your mind

youre so artsy and cute, when i think of you i cant help but smile and feel warm inside

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Time Travel

If I could time travel, I would return to that tiny secondary 2 classroom.
I would walk into sex ed just as the teacher was saying that one sentence. 

It was the first and last time I would ever hear something that concerned me in sex ed.
She was about to leave and added the sentence almost as an afterthought, hurried, and without introduction or conclusion.
''Oh and girls, if you start feeling any kind of attraction towards a (female) friend, don't worry. It's just a phase.''

And that was it. 
No '...most of the time.' or 'And if it isn't, you still shouldn't worry because that's okay too.'

Had she said it today, to my sixteen-year-old face, I would have laughed at her.
But at the time, I was thirteen and lost, and scared, and confused and alone, and she was an adult, a teacher, so I believed her. I spent the next two years of my life not understanding what was wrong with me, and hating myself for not being strong enough to get over this phase

If I could, I would march right into that classroom and punch that idiot teacher's eyes out.
I would walk up to my thirteen-year-old self, take my face in my hands, look into my eyes and say,

''It's okay.''

Diane, the car is waiting

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

(image via sophisticated-simplicites)

You're sixteen
You're still young
don't panic.

Monday, January 4, 2010

in 2010 - w4w - 20 (concordia)

In 2010, I will find you. You are someone who's hand I want to hold while walking to class, who I could make funny faces at while eating dinner in a fancy restaurant, who would rather stay home on a Friday night and watch corny 90s movies while cuddling on the couch than go out. You can laugh, dance, cry, burp, study and play beer pong with me. And on Sundays we can just stay in bed and eat cereal all day. And when you're hair is a total mess and you're wearing your brother's old sweatpants from high school...I'll tell you that I've never actually seen anyone so beautiful in my life. I'll tell you that I love you everyday. 

I don't have the slightest clue who you are or where I will find you...but I promise you I'll try. I know you're out there somewhere...look for me too. 

Happy new year. 

i want you

I want you so ba-a-a-ad