Lana // 19 // Toronto

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Sometime A Fire


lostinthrills said: You literally just followed me on insta and I had a mini heart attack. My friend and I obsess over your writing, it makes words out of feelings we didn't know we felt. Ahh just wanted to let you know you're lovely :)

This is perhaps one of the loveliest messages I’ve ever received. It means so so much to me- both as a writer and a human being and thank you just isn’t heavy enough.

I’m very grateful, Thank you thank you thank you x


Rhye - open


Anonymous said: just a curious follower, how do you like your triangl bikini? what style did you get, and how did you decide on the fitting?

I haven’t received it yet, but I’m getting the Milly Santa Rosa Splash bikini. As for the fitting, I spent about an hour reading reviews and based my decision off of them.


Anonymous said: i lost my grandma today... she is watching above us all. my thoughts and prayers are with your grandpa.

My dear, I am terribly sorry for your loss. Thank you, my own prayers are with you x


Anonymous said: What are some of your fav led zeppelin songs? Do you like Florence and the machine? She strikes me as someone you would like.

Definitely definitely definitely No Quarter, Babe I’m Gonna Leave You, Black Dog, Going To California, and I’m Gonna Crawl.

I love Florence and have been listening to her for years now! I actually bought tickets to see her live a few years ago but, unfortunately, had to sell them as the show interfered with my trip to Europe. 


Led Zeppelin - No quarter


“If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.”

— Marcus Tullius Cicero, Letters to His Friends, Vol 2: Books 7-12 


Anonymous said: Hi Lana! Do you have any first anniversary ideas?

Oh, I’m not very good with this sort of stuff. I would suggest a day full of rolling around in bed sheets and sunlight together, musing over ‘remember whens' and 'I didn’t think you were actually into me thens' and 'oh, this is what was going through my minds.’ Perhaps a dinner in a restaurant the two of you have been to before (at 3am when you were both drunk on wine and first seeing each other). Just talking. Just being. Just enjoying each others’ company. 


Anonymous said: i'm extremely sorry to hear about your grandfather. he'll be in my thoughts!

You’re very kind, dear, thank you. In fact, every message sent has been beautiful and thoughtful. I feel blessed to have such followers- thank you thank you thank you.

Fortunately, he’s been recovering. Slowly, but that’s how these things go. My grandmother spoke proudly of him over the phone, saying that he’s now eating properly and that he’s able to walk to the kitchen from their bedroom ‘all by himself-without any help at all!’. It still hurts my heart, but everything always does. He will get better and I will see him next summer and he will tell me the same stories that he’s told me dozens of times before again, by his favourite fig shrub (which was once a lovely tree that a neighbor made him cut down).


Tonight I sit and listen to a story
the fire tells, and i want to lean in
until it burns away the years we spent apart.

- Deanna Young, from ‘Fire' in Drunkard’s Path

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