2016 Reading Challenge

A friend sent me this link a while ago and I thought I’d share it. For anyone who loves reading as much as me, here is a real reading challenge created by POPSUGAR. I’m going to attempt to complete it but I guess we’ll see how that goes. Check out the list below!

Happy Reading!




I Was Meant to Love Somebody

I know I have become far too accustomed

to being left in my own good company.

And though I enjoy the silence,

my mind is anything but quiet.

I am often left with too much time,

To wonder, to ponder, to consider the possibilities.

The what-ifs and could-bes fill my mind,

when all I want is to escape in dream.

I think of how my life could be,

if I just had someone to love.

Not just a lover, or friend,

but a person who could be both and more.

And then I have to ask myself,

what if I could share myself completely?

To hold and be held,

To love and to be loved,

Perhaps I could be happy.

And in the early hours of the night,

I can admit to the darkness that surrounds me,

that I too was meant to love somebody.

So although I love the silence,

and the space to be myself and free,

I know I ache for something else,

A special someone who will also love me.

Let’s Love Like Lovers Do

Together we’ll make a memory

so perfect it clings to my senses

slips over me like a tidal wave

and heats my skin like the summer sun.

Just come away with me

away from city lights and empty crowds

to our own little world

we’ll lose language and make our own

with my sweet sighs and your soft laughter

I am fluent in your every move.

Never let me go

 hold me close and grab me tight

leave a trail of soft kisses on my neck

and the scent of sweet nothings in my ear.

So close to the sun we fly

our joined hands and limbs make wings

slow and sweet, we burn and burst

again and again

lose yourself with me

sunrise, sunset, your breath and mine

is all that matters

and that delicious space between wake and dream

is all I want with you

hold me, want me, love me,

and let’s love like lovers do.

Note: This poem was inspired by Adele’s song “All I Ask”

2016 New Years Resolutions

I’ve never been good at making or keeping New Years resolutions. This is partly because I’ve never really placed a huge emphasis on the holiday but also because I feel like people just make the same goals every year. However, this coming year will become a year of big accomplishments and big changes and I want to take every opportunity I have to make 2016 a year to remember. I harassed my family to make five goals for themselves but here is my list of New Years resolutions for 2016:

  1. Write more
  2. Read more
  3. Travel [x]
  4. Rediscover Toronto [x]
  5. Start a dream journal [x]
  6. Go to a concert [x]
  7. Create a style blog [x]
  8. Graduate and apply for another university program [x]
  9. Take a class (music, photography, French, ASL?)
  10. Get my G1

If I can accomplish even half of these, I would be extremely happy with myself. I guess we’ll see!

Happy New Year everyone! I wish you all the best for 2016!

Favourite Words in 2015

  1. balter: (v.) to dance artlessly, without particular grace or skill but usually with enjoyment.
  2. tenuous: (n.) of slight importance or significance; unsubstantial.
  3. thus: (adv.) in the way just indicated; in this way
  4. mischievous: (adj.) maliciously or playfully annoying
  5. ampersand: (n.) a character or symbol (&) for and
  6. aesthetic: (adj.) concerned with the study of the mind and emotions in relation to the sense of beauty
  7. epitome: (n.) a person or thing that is typical of or possesses toa high degree the features of a whole class
  8. flawless: (adj.) having no defects or faults, especially none thatdiminish the value of something
  9. lumbersexual: (n.) A sexy man who dresses in denim, leather, and flannel, and has a ruggedly sensual beard; a man who wears outdoor-type clothes, such as plaid shirts, jeans andboots, and has a beard, but lives a modern, urban lifestyle.
  10. whilst: (conj.) while.

I’m Published!

As the end of my final year is coming to an end, I’ve been thinking about what I want to do after. April will be here in a few months and I have no idea what I want to do. Or rather, I have no idea what to choose. But, I got the opportunity to have something published and I jumped at the chance to write something.

It’s a short personal essay, called The Fig Tree, and it’s about my inability to choose a dream. As kids we’re able to be anything and everything we want at the same time. But somewhere around high school we end up having to make a choice. I couldn’t choose and I still can’t. Instead, I’m choosing not to choose one dream. I want them all.

As for writing, I will definitely continue and hopefully I’ll have another opportunity to publish.

— Kaysey


The snow falls in windy disarray,

gathering in small, disorderly heaps on the ground,

I watch it from a distance,

with a warm mug clutched in my hands.

The first snowfall is always magical,

My inner child would leap with joy,

And I would out stick my tongue to catch a snowflake.

 A month until Christmas would seem too far away,

but seeing the snow fall now makes my heart ache,

In a way it never has before.

I know the snow won’t stay,

It’s still too early and I don’t have winter boots,

But the childlike wonder I once had is missing,

And I think this may be the beginning of the end.

No holiday spirit or anticipation,

Just another holiday corrupted by capitalism,

And I know I’ve become too cynical for my age.