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loveliness

Congratulations on your graduation, your new job, and your new townhouse!!! So much to be proud of!

All the best,

Andrea & Rob

....i can't imagine any other occasion on which i would type "define knackered" into my google search bar

"in thy orisons / Be all my sins remember'd"

it's been eight days since i wrote my final undergraduate exam.

i feel lost, somehow, and useless...

everything seems remarkably tame after the horror... the insanity of cormac mccarthy's Blood Meridian. i began guy vanderhaeghe’s The Englishman’s Boy expecting a continuation of the same grim landscape.. the same tension that permeated mccarthy's every pause, because once his work is read it reverberates in your skull with every blink of the eyes

what i found was pain of a different sort.. language that didn't claw at your heart but curled around it.. waiting

f's witticisms of the month:

- me: you're the biggest khar

- f: no i'm not! have you ever seen a khar? even an average one is bigger than me

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pesterious (rhymes with mysterious) - to be a pest

"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.

[…]

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

thank god...

praying for the others... hoping for a swift end to this madness

little shop of horrors

in league with my unease and my thinning hair - two recent nightmares

a child stumbles upon another, dead.. frozen on a rock

the man who is so miserable i let him beat me until it passes

- lithuania - the accidental country of my birth
- russia - the country of my birth, for political reasons - the same that made its language my first as well as that of my belorussian parents
- canada - my adoptive country; responsible for shaping my temperament, personality, behaviour
- iran - the country of my friends and loved ones; the constant, unattainable presence of my life

disappointing a loved one is worse than death

free parastoo and marzieh

http://parastoomarzieh.blogspot.com/

..عزیزم
می‌ترسم

waiting... with bated breath...

in a dream i saw two hawks hunt down a white rabbit .. it hung upside down from a set of talons as they flew away

there is no better way to describe my fear these days..