August 2011
2 posts
sweetgallimaufry:
Seeker Lover Keeper: Even...
December 2010
1 post
November 2010
2 posts
September 2010
2 posts
a passionate affair with words
Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work.” – Gustave Flaubert
Ooh, can you feel that one?
Am I the only one afflicted by this or does it happen to you too?
Do you ever get an electric shock from words?
Does your skin ever tingle when you find just the right combination of letters and spaces that speaks directly to somewhere deep in your...
August 2010
1 post
July 2010
7 posts
June 2010
18 posts
Today
today is loud
bright lights, muffled sound
today is fast
driven direction, false start
today is new
mine
now
“Life is an endlessly creative experience, and we are shaping ourselves at every...”
– Kent Nerburn
May 2010
6 posts
“Let go of the idea that the path will lead you to your goal. The truth is that...”
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My bff →
My best friend’s photo was snapped and featured in the Globe. Isn’t she a beauty? <3
“I like that outfit the zippers pinchin
But if you want it any tighter we...”
– http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bo5oiCog5yw
March 2010
3 posts
TORONTO TUMBLR MEETUP
rlangdon:
scubed:
deepr:
when: Friday April 16th 2010 @ 8pm
where: The Rivoli 332 Queen Street West, Toronto, ON M5V 2A2
It’s official! I’d appreciate it if you guys could reblog the crap out of this post for anyone living in or near Toronto - it’ll be awesome to see everyone who can make it!
Because he is my best friend and awesome. Also because I love tumblr…. REBLOG
“When you grow tired of being what you’re not, go have fun and celebrate...”
– Unknown
February 2010
2 posts
1 tag
formspring.me
Ask me anything http://formspring.me/GeminiJess
January 2010
1 post
December 2009
1 post
November 2009
7 posts
“Improving continually is as close to perfection as anyone can hope to get”
– Brendan Brazier, author of Thrive Fitness (great read)
3 tags
The Absolute
In grade school, I vividly remember the annual Remembrance Day assembly; sitting in the crowded and musty auditorium, passing around envelopes stuffed full of poppies, and standing for an unbearable moment of silence. I didn’t quite understand what I was supposed to “remember” on this day nor did my teachers tell me who exactly was “Lest” and why we “mustn’t forget”. So, instead, I did as I was...
