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I Wanna Be Your Friend

Spring has finally come to Calgary.

I have so much optimism, hope, and positivity now, especially when I compare to a month ago... I quit my job, the weather got nice, I started riding my bike again, I feel like I am coming back to myself.

I had a glorious visit to Toronto and Peterborough a couple weeks ago, and it was such a welcome change. It opened my eyes to how I want to live my life and how far I have to go until I get there. It also confirmed the important relationships in my life and spotlighted the very bits that don't fit anymore. I found it hard to believe someone could change so drastically within a year, but I witnessed it firsthand and can't deny that I was disappointed. /life goes on and all I wanna do now is dance. I think I've perfected my spring cleaning techniques, at least for this year, and I am so looking forward to what's ahead.

I think back to that one night, April 22nd... music, people, drugs... the feelings I have from that are unreal & so nostalgic, delicate, sad, lovely. (light you up)

These days- finishing up at the job I hate, long hikes in Nose Hill Park, Drew, Charlie, and all the little bits in between. Music highlights my days, photographs, the sun on my face, the smell of grass and moist fresh air first thing in the morning.
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yeasayero.n.e.
No
You don't move me anymore
And I'm glad that you don't
'cause I can't have you anymore
But I thought you should know
You don't move me anymore
And I'm glad that you don't
Because I can't take it anymore
(....dance.)
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sister crayon SOULS OF GOLD
.. ..
Woke up in the sevens,
A strange last night
My thoughts are furious, in the thousands tonight
Keep your head down, keep yours
And rewrite tonight
Woke up in the sevens,
A strange last night
.. ..
You are a recluse, you always were
I’m a recluse, I always was
You are a recluse, we always were
Primal, in fact we fall in time
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memoryhouse caregiver
There's a ghost in my living room
In silent sets, moving through
The attic in chemicals
Dissolve in two
There's a flaw in my chemistry
The chill swells and follows me
In choirs of cold machines
And their smoking skin
These bones reside within
A crack spool of medicine
The distant hum that blooms as we run
No way to displace
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and, of course, we can't forget the most satisfying relationship in my life right now:



music:
sister crayon
yeasayer
the acorn
memoryhouse
local natives
the republic tigers
pretty lights
st. vincent
the naked & famous
forest city lovers