Take My Advice.

Do not poke your head into things you KNOW will rip your heart into shreds.

Start talking.

i LOVE the way this is starting.

but we'll see how the weekend ends.

Sexy's band played last weekend.

proof as above. I love that one.

A Midnight Letter to Myself.

No. My heart is NOT a tangled mess.

But.

I will continue this letter tomorrow, as I have just realized that it is 3 in the morning.

Even though I am a night-owl.
Even though I have things that I can easily get done right now.
Even though I have a body clock that is ALREADY fucked.

I will ATTEMPT to fix it.

because,unfotunately, I need to see people outside my home, and at a humane hour.

Or I will go insane.

Goodnight, Toronto.

Jitters In My Pants.

I'm dreading my upcoming birthday.

Can we fast forward to AFTER my birthday?

It isn't that I'm terrified of turning 21. To be honest, I don't really care about it. I just want to skip the forced formality of DOING something special for the occasion.

I've always liked quiet birthdays, but I've been fortunate enough to have gotten wonderful birthday surprises from my family and friends.

Is it alright that I want to skip the actual celebration? I have no idea what to do, let alone what I want for my birthday.

Sexy got me the Sainthood album from Tegan and Sara. LOVE.

Is it alright that I don't know what I want?

Toys R' Us.

Will my heart be gone from you tomorrow?

We Stay the Same.

Unfortunately
We can't live forever.
We weren't born to see everything.

But we were made to fit each other
like seemingly random jigsaw puzzles
and beautiful answers
to long-winded riddles.

I was made to fit you.
You were built to match me.
We look just like people.
Only in love.

OH Santa.

Wishlist Item No. 1.