For even in her sorrow, there's something in her eyes

Being re-addicted to Billy Talent, trying to find photos of me in grade nine and ten that don't involve being on facebook, trying to mix this weather into my wardrobe, actually saving for university, need to start APPLYING to university, washing hands a lot more often for no particular reason and trying to force a smile.



(zara sweater, dynamite skinnies, winners boots)

And we'll march along with our blindfolds on,
and we'll ride the rails with our pistols drawn.
Kept alive with doubts of what we've done,
can we fight to save our souls?
-"Worker Bees" by Billy Talent.