Hey guys,

A quick little update from me. I’m currently hiding behind a pile of midterm papers and class readings. Haven’t written for this blog in a long time and I’m really sorry! I hope to have some content for you soon.


I just wrote a book review on a book I’m absolutely obsessed with. It’s nominated for the Man Booker Prize and Giller Prize. If you’re a book addict like me, that loves literary fiction about family and conflict, then I think you’ll be in love with this book too. Here’s a link, and happy reading!

Stay warm and safe everyone!





I got my first literary hater and it was AMAZING!

Today I got my first literary hater (someone that hates on your written work) and it was AMAZING! I haven’t been a writer long enough to know how to deal with these situations, but today, being the first time, I couldn’t stop laughing at the ridiculousness of the moment. Although each word of the comments stung right in my stomach, I’m not as upset as I thought I’d be. Perhaps I’m not taking the situation as seriously as I should, but WOW I JUST GOT MY FIRST LITERARY HATER!!!!! What a time to be alive.

I recently published a piece (one of my favourite actually!) that I knew would be controversial. I knew there would be people that wouldn’t like it. I knew that my opinions would provoke contrasting comments to come my way. I knew that it would be dangerous, but I still wrote and published it anyways. What’s surprising is that I got some really great feedback from my peers! A friend I haven’t spoken to in almost half a year sent me a very thoughtful and thorough message, commenting on how the piece was very insightful and motivated her to start writing. The post reached the biggest audience of this week on the publication’s Facebook account! I really thought I was safe, but I guess with literature, there are always different ways to think of the words we write.

I don’t really want to go into much detail about the hater’s comment, but misinterpretation isn’t always the most friendly thing. I wish people could understand that expressing opinions is a way for someone to show how they feel, and they should not be diminished or belittled. I wish we could all provide more warmth and actual constructive comments to make others better, rather than weaken someone’s character or authenticity.

There are many moments in our lives where people will not like us, or be very opinionated towards our every action. There are moments where people will try to break us down or diminish our value and light. However, I am so incredibly lucky to have brilliant and strong people in my life to guide me towards not giving a f*ck about the haters. To my first literary hater, thanks for the NOT constructive criticism and trying to ridicule me for who I am not. Nice try buddy.

I am a writer and these are my thoughts whether you like them or not.

— TheTypewriterBleeds

Thought Catalog Published Piece #4!

This is one of my favourite pieces I have ever written. I’ve learned so much about myself in this short summer than I’ve ever learned any other time. Being single isn’t a crime, it’s filled with lessons to strengthen yourself and your wildest dreams. Love yourself.

Here’s What To Do If You’re In A Complete Love Drought (AKA Thirsty AF)




A bookcase  from The British Library

I know, I’m sorry I lied. 


I said I would upload a Sunday Stanza, but in the end I didn’t. My explanation is that I got my wisdom teeth removed the next day, and my nerves were just everywhere! In honour of that, below is a short little poetic line I’ve written that I love so much (I can’t find my draft!).  Currently I’m in a recession phase. I’m still trying to rest because my mouth is so swollen, so hopefully I’ll have something for you next Sunday/ pick up my WordPress again! It’s actually so hard to stay on track. Does anyone have tips on how to succeed? Or do better? Ugh the frustrations….

I hope everyone has a fantastic National Book Lovers Day! I know I will, under a cloudy sky with Colleen Hoover’s new book in my hand! Reading is an infinite and authentic kind of love.


The Extraction

I asked him if he could extract the thing

between my teeth. “It’s been there

for a while now.” I cried. He said,

“I only do teeth sweetheart, fragile organs

like those shouldn’t be extracted.

They should be saved,

and loved.”





Hello my fellow WordPress community,

I’m so sorry for being AWOL for so long! Quick 3 Facts to update you guys:

  1. I went to London last week so I’m still trying to get rid of my jet lag! It’s been hitting me so horribly and my sleeping schedule is so messed up! Does anyone know how to get rid of this jet lag ASAP?
  2. The weather is so iffy in Vancouver. What do you do when the sky wants to melt onto us, turning us into a very yucky and hazy puddle?
  3. STANZAs SUNDAY WILL BE BACK! I will post one shortly today if I can! 🙂

So, if you’ve read this title, you might be wondering what signed book my friend gave me. I think it’s too good of a friendly gesture to ignore or dim. I’m so thankful, especially when this friend, an ex coworker, didn’t have to give me anything or do anything like this for me. It’s so weird because I haven’t talked to her in almost 4 months, and yet she’s thinking of me. It also makes me wonder the value of friendships and comparing that to my other friendships. It’s certainly one of the nicest things anyone has done for me.

A litt13918479_10153818555801476_1460030836_ole backstory: my friend is a fellow romance writer and was at a conference (or workshop?) with this author. She was nice enough to think of me, talk to this author about me, AND get the latest book signed just for me. I’ve attached a picture beside, but it isn’t one of those crappy generic signatures. It felt personalized, more than the 3 words that it was. It felt special.

This situation has taught me that true friends exist even if you don’t know everything about each other, communicate 25/7, or live right beside each other. Just because you don’t interact with them everyday doesn’t mean they aren’t thinking about you. We can be loved from a distant. We are so loved all around; we just don’t notice it most of the time.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful summer. This summer is being very eventful for me. I’m excited to see what August brings! The Radiant and Constant Sun I hope.




Sunday Stanzas #3


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Hope everyone is having a great weekend! Today I went blueberry picking and it was really refreshing to be able to detox the sour feelings I’ve had over the past few days. Here’s this Sunday’s stanza! 🙂


I want to know what

this sour feeling means.

I breathe in

broken manufactured words,

shaped like microbial pollen.

growing in me, it must be the

dandelion lie.


Am I not enough

to sit with you?

I am a sour gummy worm

in your acidic pool of

lemons, limes, lies.

lies, limes, lemons,



What hurts more than death

is an unescapable disease—

deceit and exclusion entwined

as one.


I lay awake,

my mind runs over

line by line,

trying to make sense of

their sour excuses—

a bitter brain cannot sleep

without the tart truth.