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


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“for i am forever changing”
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there's a cry in my heart
Friday, July 20, 2012 || 8:47 PM

For what do I have 
If I don't have You, Jesus?
What in this life 
Could mean any more?
You are my rock 
You are my glory
You are the lifter 
Of my head
Lifter of this head. 


here comes university
Thursday, July 19, 2012 || 10:09 PM

When I think about the friends that I'm likely to lose, it breaks my heart.

I just feel like there are bonds that run so deep that they cannot possibly ever be replicated in the same way.

And yet, I know there is only too great a chance that in time, these bonds will dissolve, and nothing will be left but awkwardness, faded regret, and memories of what was.

Still, I can't help but believe that there will always be a fondness left there, a tender spot in my heart for those special people that I've lost.

Let's just be friends forever.


i'm not perfect
Thursday, July 5, 2012 || 9:19 PM

Something to remember
a cliché, yes:

Nobody's perfect.

Stop thinking that you're not as great or you're not as humanitarian or nice or morally good as somebody else, because you can be sure that they have their faults too.

Stop beating yourself down.
Stop looking towards somebody else and start appreciating you, yourself.

Look into the blue sky and into the heavens
and remember that only Jesus was ever pure enough to be perfect.