December 2011
22 posts
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Dec 25th
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Dec 25th
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Dec 23rd
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Un mouton, deux moutons
I should be in bed. I should be sleeping. I should be dreaming. And prepare for another tomorrow. Instead, I’m sitting here in the dark, with my hands on the keyboard, typing thoughts as they come. But my mind goes blank… I’m listening to The Weeknd’s new mixtape but my soul won’t catch in his lullaby. I’m still here, sitting like an idiot with my back...
Dec 22nd
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Dec 16th
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Dec 14th
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Dec 9th
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6 Words
clover91: Unrequited; we ended before we began …reminded me of Lykke Li.
Dec 8th
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Dec 8th
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Anonymous asked: C'est un corps qu'on sert, en souriant. Un baiser un peu trop long sur le front. Des instants qu'on souhaiterait éternels. Ma crainte, c'est de découvrir que ces sentiments soient trop intimement attachés à la découverte, aux premiers instants. C'est de laisser le temps les emporter, et de lutter sans faiblir pour les retrouver. Sans y...
Dec 8th
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Dec 8th
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Dec 7th
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Dec 7th
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Dec 6th
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Rockaway Dream
Winter breeze on my neck, the white season has nearly begun and I’m already dreaming of Summer. My feet wish to get rid of these heavy boots and be rubbed against the grainy sand. The raindrops glistening on my face want to smell and taste like the ocean. These clothes feel like the sun burning on my bare skin. Summer breeze on my neck, I would be lying on my beach towel with my favorite...
Dec 6th
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“Montreal Is Burning”  →
Arcade Fire’s meteoric rise changed a city and redefined a subculture by Drew Nelles | The Walrus | December 2011
Dec 5th
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Dec 2nd
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Dec 2nd
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Dear liar
Your face is indulging, smirking at your next excuse. Your lips are moving, praising the obscurantism. You keep preaching on a loop, having believers in your sect. You may have brought a line of monkeys to tag along your manipulative verses but the truth be told, your verses has no rhyme. Pitiful, you may sound but my eyes can read under your overused victimizing mask. All that powdering and...
Dec 2nd
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Dec 1st
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Dec 1st
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Un soir d'automne
Le temps se faisait doux et nous marchions aléatoirement dans les rues de Montréal. Une petite brise automnale sifflait entre nos cœurs légers. Je me faisais toute petite, agrippée à ton bras, le nez perché sous ton odeur de virilité. Ta main emmitouflait agréablement la mienne. Parfois, tu nous arrêtais pour me poser un baiser sur la tête et je me redressais pour te répondre sur la bouche. Et...
Dec 1st
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