October 2011
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“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
– Samuel Beckett
Oct 29th
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Random thought
People come and go. And sometimes, you’re the one who needs to go.
Oct 28th
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Ma langue sur mes écrits...: Un Nom en Mémoire →
mademoisellenikk: Alors que je défilais la liste interminable de contacts sur mon téléphone cellulaire, mon doigt s’est arrêté sur ton nom. Un nom dont j’en avais presque oublié l’existence, pour qui je me suis vue souffrir pendant des mois à défaut d’en avoir aveuglément idéaliser. J’ai été ensorcelée par ta…
Oct 17th
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Oct 12th
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Oct 12th
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Attention French Readers
I’m starting this new project. Please follow me, or should I say, suivez-moi :) http://mademoisellenikk.tumblr.com http://mademoisellenikk.tumblr.com http://mademoisellenikk.tumblr.com http://mademoisellenikk.tumblr.com http://mademoisellenikk.tumblr.com
Oct 11th
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The Morning After
It was the post-war zone that struck me out of bed this morning. My couch looked like a mountain of dead corpses. There were used tissues laying around the room like shameful piles of dust. Some junk food was guiltily exposing my uncontrollable emotions. And that standing empty bottle of gin smelt like it freshly evaporated. I barely recognized my face when I saw that wounded soldier in the...
Oct 11th
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Oct 10th
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One Touching Prose
The night feels cold. I’m wrapped up in my blanket wishing there was someone to keep my hands away from my fourth beer and my keyboard. The iTunes shuffles my mind on a blues, emphasized by the alcohol flowing in my veins. I could’ve been out somewhere but I felt the need to have this moment alone and write frantic shit about my life. Therefor, I lied about spending the night with the...
Oct 10th
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Oct 7th
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The Extremist
Montreal’s weather forecast sounds highly promising for the next couple of days, but my heart doesn’t anticipate the good news as if all the rain that poured since last Sunday has left it in a damp. It’s weighing me down with a certain worry which is peaking out my window as I’m refusing to question its beautiful landscape. Perhaps, all my abortive past relationships taught...
Oct 6th
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Le Syndrôme de la Page Blanche
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Oct 3rd
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