"And I see rivers of stars and the wide sea with its sad voice, and emerald fish fluttering on the sea bottom, glad to be themselves. And bell towers and blue forests, and a store window filled with hats. A burnt foot like the inside of a plum. A lice comb with two nits. The lace hem of a woman’s dress. The violet smoke from a cigarette. A boy urinating into a tin. The milky eyes of a blind man. The chipped finger of a San Isidro statue. The tawny bellies of dark women giving life. And more lives and more blood, those being born as well as those dying, the ones who ask questions and the ones who keep quiet, the days of grief and all the flower colors of joy.

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My sky, my life, my eyes. Let me look at you. Before you open those eyes of yours. The days to come, the days gone by. Before we go back to what we’ll always be."

- Sandra Cisneros, Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories, "Eyes of Zapata"

i think it's particularly idiotic of cenovus to refer to the alberta oil sands as a prime example of "canadian innovation"

my kitties

my life in two calendars

سال نو مبارک، عزیزان من

wishing you all a year of peace, love and warmth

all that i've learned, i've learned from fiction.

extremely disappointed in the success of downtown abbey

wishful thinking, historical revision, melodrama...disgusting.

not that i didn't watch every last episode. 

ای عاشقان، ای عاشقان

how desperately i want you all to be happy

how little i can do

how much that hurts