May 2013
5 posts
The 29 Most Canadian Things To Ever Canada In... →
I am Canadian.
Hyperbole and a Half: Depression Part Two →
Well done.
January 2013
3 posts
no vacation from self-deprecation
“Every normal person, in fact, is only normal on the average. His ego approximates to that of the psychotic in some part or other and to a greater or lesser extent.”
Sigmund Freud
Normalcy does not exist.
It is apparent that any sort of mental illness carries a social stigma, notwithstanding the individuals who are high functioning and are able to carry out day-to-day activities with little to...
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
– Friedrich Nietzsche
haiku
once i discovered
that something better exists
life turned amazing.
December 2012
1 post
Y
i hoped for X
but X never happened
so i asked Y
Y told me
to not lose hope
so i kept hoping
hoping for X
Y told me again
to not lose hope
so i kept hoping
hoping for X
but X never happened
i kept on hoping
praying for X
but X went away
and i hated X
i asked Y again
and Y said
you keep hoping
hoping for X
and you keep asking Y
Y keep hoping
but X can’t give you
what Y can
so...
September 2012
5 posts
La vie est essentiellement solitaire et les gens mariés et non mariés diffèrent...
– Inconnu
On the edge of your seat in some dark movie,
Can you memorize the scenes?...
it's cloudy today.
your saints go on inventing more and more technologically perfect hells.
i am oscillating helplessly between ecstasy and despair.
The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far...
– Thomas Wolfe
August 2012
1 post
June 2012
3 posts
haiku24
Go to sleep tonight
In the morning I’ll be there
Like I’ve never left
Tout ce qui mérite d’être fait, mérite d’être bien fait.
Parce que chaque détail mérite qu’on s’y arrête.
Inconsistencies in [people] are generally testimony to their immaturity.
– Cole
April 2012
1 post
We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s...
– Chuck Klosterman (via arreter)
March 2012
5 posts
haiku23
feeling uncertain
take a jump with both feet in
let yourself be stark
haiku22
like gears we shifted
not knowing where we’d end up
circling ‘til we met
haiku21
someone once told me
that my heart is on my sleeve
now i wear tank tops
haiku20
if feelings and words
did justice to each other
i’d write better songs
haiku19
doubts are like tough knots
patience and dexterity
undoes the tangled
December 2011
2 posts
bon un.
Un curé décide de faire une démonstration à son sermon du dimanche. Il met quatre vers de terre dans quatre flacons : - Le premier ver dans un flacon d’alcool à 90°. - Le second dans un flacon plein de fumée de cigarette. - Le troisième dans un flacon de sperme … - Et enfin le dernier, dans un flacon d’eau bien propre. À la fin du sermon, le curé donne les...
{link} action expresses priorities -gandhi →
November 2011
11 posts
ricklimeemilkcirlimerickkciremil
in a forest of coquetrees
far from mockeries
her love inherent
his words transparent
she retreated ill at ease
*
she speaks in stories
in imperfect tense
verbally attacked
she makes hasty defense
her fibs increase
her crimes manifest
under a pretense
she denies the offense
erratic accounts
she misrepresents
she’s blessed with eloquence
but lacks common sense
cool. →
i like colours.
his cerulean eyes
countervail the Stygian sky
and the grey and gold fleck
sparkle in the night
What's better than Christmas?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
54 more days.
October 2011
6 posts
song5
a little about me.
thedustdancestoo:
i don’t know
what i’m talking about,
that’s why i write.
{link} be free of distractions, midterm study-ers. →
Haiku14 {My favourite season}
The branches ablaze
With reds, oranges, yellows
Crackling in crisp air
Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round...
– RIP Steve Jobs (via freeindie)
September 2011
13 posts
mais n’est-ce pas que tout est oiseux?
la sort et sortie
trace avec ton doigt
l’endroit recousu.
un emblème
du temps passé
et le chagrin infligé.
toutefois, tu trouveras
qu’on trouve un fin.
comme la vie
vivant
vécu
et en mourant on s’échappe.
haiku13
douleur en costume
il est déguisé en doux
oiseux est l’amour
haiku12
droplets trickling down
merging and forming patterns
on windows and cheeks
tabula rasa
A step lower and strangeness creeps in: perceiving that the world is “dense,” sensing to what a degree a stone is foreign and irreducible to us, with what intensity nature or a landscape can negate us. At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had...
People have played on words and pretended to believe that refusing to grant a...
– Albert Camus