February 2012
29 posts
My random wikipedia-ing has officially creeped the living shit out of me.
It started off with reading about Season 3 of Prison Break which is mainly set in the Federal Penitentiary of Sona. This prison is based on a real-life prison that used to exist in Sao Paolo called the Carandiru Penitentiary, which was the site of the Carandiru Massacre.
A massacre, you say? Coooool, let me read more about...
“Just because someone spits you out of their crotch, it doesn’t make them...”
You told me you didn’t want to speak tonight and I angrily sent a one-word response. You gave me a shitty good night, to which I refused to reply.
3 minutes later, I get this from you
“I don’t want to fight with you. You’re my baby. My beautiful girl. Have a great sleep. I want to hear all about your evening tomorrow, okay?”
You make my insides melt.
letholxgica asked: so what brought you back here friend?
Doubting everything.
Spend your V-Day with a broken heart.
I’m spending my Valentine’s day with a broken heart. Join the broken heart club, celebrate the broken hearts of many, the broken hearts that make us human. Share your compassion. Share your love. Share this video. Take action, because it is the broken hearted that end up changing the world. Learn about the modern day slavery that is a $32 billion dollar industry. Learn about the...
http://www.grantgordonliberal.com/eblasts/grant-lib... →
Grant Gordon did eventually win the nomination for Toronto-Danforth. This was genius.
Fuck anybody who believes Muslim head and face coverings are signs of female oppression and abuse.
“These people should be told before entering Canada, that they have to live by the rules of this land once they are here. Not by there own - or stay home (sic)”
The ignorance of Canadians who actually believe this is astounding. Immigration has worked to increase Canada’s global...
“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine...”
– Mitch Albom (via thechocolatebrigade)
FUCK THE CFS
January 2012
5 posts
Back when my best friend used to say nice things about me to the local newspaper..
Tahiya Bakht. She teaches me the importance of living, and the importance of experience. Before I met her, I didn’t want to do anything with my life. Now that she’s here, I will do anything to make her proud of me.
Shelby Ellis, Grade 12
Sometimes I wonder if people really enjoy their lives when they seem too busy documenting it on twitter, facebook, or tumblr. Are you really having a great time with so and so right now? I’m picturing both of you glued to your phones, occasionally glancing up to gather more material for your social networks. Because your moments aren’t shared with your followers and thus eternally...
December 2011
3 posts
I'm lucky to be involved with a genuinely good...
Look into your significant other. Not at them - don’t tell me how beautiful they are. I’m sure you saw many attractive features to make you want them. But deep inside, are you proud of them? Are they a good person? Or are they a close-minded homophobe, restrictive extremist, or a bully? Just because he or she has sweet talked there way into telling you how stunning and perfect you are...
I’m cuddled up in your hoodie and sweats because, as this fever runs rampant through me, they’re the warmest articles of clothing I own. I feel… fraudulent. I feel apologetic.
November 2011
4 posts
I ended up falling asleep in class today, yet still managed to continue taking notes. I don’t remember jotting down any of this:
- Rio- beyond hte 150 state representatives there were 36 ecporreers. What did they accomplish? Principler – we all have responsibility, but i’s differentiated when you’re a rich country or a por country. They didn’t glute as much as the white faimiles....
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside remembering all the times you’ve felt that way, and you walk to the bathroom , do your toilet, see that face in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway, get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the newspaper of horror, place it on the coffee table, kiss your...
October 2011
4 posts
June 2011
18 posts
On Your Porch
I told our story to my cousin a couple nights ago and since then, an orchestra of emotions have taken residence in my head. Verbally explaining all the things we’ve been through to someone made me realise so many things. You, lovebug, have done a lot for me. For a little over a year, you’ve treated me far better than I’ve deserved and you’ve put up with far more than anyone...
A face as open as a fucking prostitutes legs.
