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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hateful scar
Wednesday, October 9, 2013 || 2:22 PM

I think it's too deep
It's cut too deep.

Too long

As much as I thought it was fading
It's still here, tucked away in the background
and yet

It will flare up again if provoked


chapter 2
Sunday, October 6, 2013 || 11:55 PM

I live in two worlds
of the same metropolis.

One is the world where my oldest and closest friends live, where my family is, where my roots lay. It's home. I feel free; the space is open. My life is slow and leisurely.
The world in which I drive with the windows rolled down and the sun roof open. Creating my own wind and breeze accelerating wherever, as young people do.
This is the world where I live boundless and ready to explore the world, to do anything, and dream of a new adventure.

This other world, I am surrounded by people. I am surrounded by new acquaintances, new friends, faces I recognize but hesitate to place. Here, I cannot drive.
Instead, I walk; my feet can take me anywhere. New discoveries lay hidden at every corner, waiting to be chanced upon by me. There is always something to look at.
Here, I am doing, not dreaming. Everything happens at the snap of your fingers. There are so many opportunities at my fingertips, available to me if only I choose to take them. I want to try everything, I want to experience everything. I cannot possibly live long enough to do everything I want to here.

In each environment, I am a different person leading a different life.
I live in two worlds that are two worlds apart.