Where are you from? Not a question at all— An assertion, rather Of “not here.”
I've started exercising again. I know, I know. I hate New Years and it's new yous, but this isn't like that. I'm just trying to move around more, y'know, to get the blood flowing, get some strength and tone my legs. I used to run on the treadmill at the gym, remember? I'd watch the... Continue Reading →
I'm so sick of hating my body. It's so much work. This constant fixation on things that are too big or too small or too loose. It's exhausting. I'm sick of comparing myself to Instagram influencers and curvy celebs. I'm tired of counting spoonfuls and tracking steps. Leave me the fuck alone. Let my jiggly... Continue Reading →
Pylons, The honeybees of a developing city Over flowerbeds and bike racks Making way for city plots and Parking lots, and 40 storeys-- Tales tales Which wake us in the Early morning Cracked concrete and reversal beeps. Playgrounds removed And replaced, Children displaced, Our rent rising As old homes fall.
Hopeless romantics Cling to connection Like baguettes and bike rides, or Late nights laying in the park-- Gazing golly and glee-- The stars tell stories To the eyes that gaze upon them.
on perfect Perfect is what perfect does, It molds lies into half-truths, Photo filters and fake smiles. Perfect is what perfect says, A blonde girl and a venti cappuccino, Half skim, half whip, half-truth. Perfect is what perfect feels, Like a mask that doesn’t quite fit, A dream half-realized, half -perfect, half-true.
"We all succumb to something," I wrote, "Be it life, love Or heartache. Something consumes us in the end."
I'm a single gal and a career woman, and every now and then I get asked whether or not I go on dates. Usually, I have two answers: 1) Kind of, but I already know the person and the word date is only being used to describe us hanging out for the first time in... Continue Reading →
When I landed in London, I took the Southern train from Gatwick Airport to the closest tube station. Naturally, as a commuter, the first few things I noticed were: mind the gap is more valid than it is in Toronto because the trains are NEVER levelled with the platform; the tube is AN ENTIRE world... Continue Reading →