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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they say angry people live shorter lives
Friday, August 3, 2012 || 11:57 PM

If there was, there would be a pot. But I once heard a story about a pot, so I suppose there wasn't.

Sometimes I like pots. Sometimes I hate pots! Sometimes pots are very fat and sometimes pots are just plain hot. 

There once was a pot of water. It was good, and it liked to bubble on the stovetop. And the more it bubbled, the more of itself was lost as steam.

Then, somebody turned up the heat of the stove, and the poor, sweet pot started boiling in earnest. Water from the pot rose into steam, quickly, quickly. The water began to splash.

Don't overflow, little pot pot pot.
oh, But you will, little pot pot pot.

or so someone said.