a loving eye is all the charm needed: to such you are handsome enough
Elizabe✝h
Hi there.
I'm Elizabeth and I
like to write.
I wish I knew
where I was going
Humm
There are certain truths that I live by
One. I am Eilzabethbutwhatsinaname
Two. I seek happinessbutwhatshappinesswithoutsadness
Three. I pursue self-actualizationbutwhatifidontlikewhatifind
Four. I happily owe everything to Jesus Christ, my saviour and my God. I live for You alone.
Toronto, the city
I like Toronto. I live here.
It's kind of small compared to other cities, I think. Not quite as developed. The subway coverage really sucks.
But I like Toronto. It's urban and vibrant and so diverse. I want to explore it all!
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one
Jane Eyre
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
Holes
If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things
Le petit prince
The English Patient
The Great Gatsby
I actually have to resist running back to my piano every time I leave it to get some actual studying done.
How is it that in Grade 7, I could've had too much work to play, and yet now, in my last year of high school with exams nearing, I find myself dedicating so much time to play?
How is it that what meant hours of tedium before could mean so much to me now?
How is it that the recital piece I could never perfect with weeks of practice and a year of experience behind me becomes so simple for me now? How is it that it feels so beautiful to me now?
And how is it
that given three chances at three different points in my life
I still manage to regret my decision every single time?