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 was taking out the garbage this evening. It's a quick job, and I went out in just a t-shirt.
But as I stood out in front of the house in the darkened evening, feeling the wind lightly chill my skin, a strange impulse spilled out of me
to run up the street.
Away
My life isn't sucky. I rather like my circumstances.
But
there's a certain lack of excitement.
My quota of great adventure has yet to be filled.
There was something stirring in the thought of running
in the darkness
in the coldness.
Perhaps to be devoid of security, of knowing what happens next and of anything concrete.
I looked up quiet street
then turning from the brisk night, I stepped back into the yellow lit apartment that I called my home here in downtown Toronto.