Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I think my love language is all of you it does not even exist to write it down. I do not know how I function with my guts pulled apart by life. People leave, then they come back changed, a new unsuspecting death surrounding them. They introduce their partners as Read more
I am sorry.
I am sorry that you held on to faith,
I am not a believer, I have no allegiance
other than the one forged by pain,
with the Goddess of Self-Preservation.
Next time don’t lie
When you sit close and sigh
You’re married already
So forget going steady
As I stand at the base of “The Giant,” a near three-hundred footer, I can think of nothing but our girls. How they swam to us against all odds. How they too are delicate yet strong. How they feel pressed against us, how their hair always smells like baby powder. These trees are magnificent, but they have nothing on the wonder of the thirty-year-old fuck ups who made the most beautiful creatures I’ve ever seen.
Home is where the heart lives and breezes through you.
By rediscovering one another we’ve met love by crossing paths we’ve begun a new life together.
Sometimes I don’t want to deal with my life. It hurts too much. He doesn’t see me. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to speak, see, feel, love, hate, be, eat, see, feel, touch or taste the way my feelings are. I am shutting down from Read more
It is a true story my narrative of this grand prix night in 2017. I went out for dinner and drinks on Bernard street in Outremont. It was a gorgeous night in the city. Everyone in the world wanted to be in downtown #mtl but we preferred the quieter streets. Read more
