gratitude

this is a one time post featuring amazing tributes from my talented friends whom have known me way too long. xoxo

From Chip click to hear song

From Danny
Was this the face that launched a
thousand ships? Only if this was the
body that rocked the party. Debbie--
charmed chameleon of paralyzing beauty
and deft mentality; hybrid haven of
epic insight and mommy-I-want-that-one-
and-I'm-not-leaving-without-her
loveliness; "Unto us lowliest sometimes
sweep, descend, and of this curveship
lend a myth to god."

From Jess

She’s a little girl,
In her dreams
Filled with clouds and down
Of dandelions
Soft, to break her falls.

Safe, these dreams
They seep into her days
She might not see you
Passing by,
With eyes on
Something like heaven
Or high fashion,
Smooth and comfortable,
Unattainable.

Beauty lives in her.
Outside we see it,
But she forgets
Locked inside mirror fragments
Of sadness and regret

Reckless-hearted Ella
Driving fast without her top
Life is slow,
Until she smiles,
Until she sees a horizon
Perfect as the paintings in her head.

From PM

do you believe in love at first sight

Click here to take a look at Madonna's rather animated new video for Get Together.

devils food cake

chocolate mouse frosting. indulge. dont. i couldn't possibly. i just cant.

if you want the damn cake
eat the damn cake.

this exactly is whats wrong with us today.

if you want to eat the cake, eat it. if you want to listen to old madonna do it. if you want to wear the color orange do so (appropriately).

if you want someone to like you for who you are, be yourself. don't fake your cup size, your hair color, your interests and ambitions.

stop

there are consequences for actions; recognize them.
if you act like you are confused in life, you will be.

just be.

get a clue

beautiful girls want to be told they are smart. smart girls want to hear that they're beautiful. and those that are both want you to hear that they're unique.

absolutely fantabulous

like the british pussycat dolls
only trashier

girls aloud

deterioration of the fight or flight response

Meredith: Human beings need a lot of things to feel alive.
George: Family...
Cristina: Love...
Izzie: Sex.
Derek: But we only need one thing...
Webber: To actually be alive.
Cristina: We need a beating heart.
Addison: When our heart is threatened...
Alex: We respond in one of two ways.
George: We either run or...
Izzie: We attack.
Webber: There's a scientific term for this:
Alex: Fight...
Addison: Or flight.
Bailey: It's instinct...
Meredith: We can't control it.
Izzie: Or can we?

my grandmother made biscuits. there was a barrel in the corner of the kitchen full of flour, and the tin we'd always use, because i was the biscuit helper. we'd flour the entire table and she'd roll out the dough for me to cut using an empty tin. i had a stool that i would stand on so i was tall enough. and she'd praise me and take the cut circles and put them in pans and file them into the oven that was older than three of me put together. and then everyone would come and eat all squashed into the tiny warm kitchen but happy or sometimes we'd go out to the front porch. full of broken boards and kitties and love. dust would circle around the chickens. she loved them and they followed her around like little children. my mom remembers a rooster that used to chase her on her way to and from the outhouse when she was a kid. today i want biscuits and i wish i had known her more before she died. i wish i had noticed the time, instead of running around and wasting it in the selfishness of childhood. just like my mother, she was a very good woman.

sanctuary

Blanket
Artist(Band):Imogen Heap

Music is my sanctuary
Music is my blanket

Emotionless this city lies
Cruel it is, it clouds my eyes
The dark, the dark
Shades on my day
I live inside this place

Locked up inside my metal cage
Always tense and filled with rage
Above the concrete fields below
With you I wanna go, wanna go

Music is my sanctuary
Music is my blanket

I see only what I wanna see
I'll be only what I wanna be
yeah-ah
My blanket covers me, yes

well

that was interesting

Feel Good Inc

Dont stop, get it, get it
We are your captains in it
Steady,
Watch me navigate,
Ahahahahahhaa.

i heart ny

There is the kind of alone that is empowering. New York. The rush of people carrying you on its current, while you grab the door of an occasional shop to thrust in your head and gulp air. The kind of alone where you are swallowed by people above you behind you under you beside you but you are standing still, alone, protected and only an observer of the colors and sounds and whoosh of life around you.

deja vu

everyone around me is
the same
even though everyone around me is
different

thoughts

i remember your long, black woolen coat. the way it swirled around your legs and parted just slightly when you would lean your hand down to me. your dark eyes fringed with lashes and the smile, that curl of a grin that was so mysterious, that curl of black hair that would fall on your forward amid the slightly controlled waves. the glint that said you are everything and there is nothing but this. the smell of ocean on your neck, the way you couldn't take your eyes off of mine for a moment, not a moment, not a second would you break my gaze. the way we would walk past crowds of people eating, hand in hand, and they would stop and stare at us long after we would pass. how the women would point, the men nod, everyone saw us and thought we were the most "beautiful couple" "gorgeous" "amazing eyes" the attention that didn't even matter. how we kissed for 8 hours straight in the knickerbocker tangled in the sheets and how you laid your hand on my heart and felt me breathing, beating, long after you thought i was asleep. i remember what i wanted you to be and what i wanted to believe.

people do what they need to do
i have no regrets

but i still think of you.

somewhere between wash ave

and atwood i realized that i must look insane walking in the pouring cold rain at 9 o'clock at night. my common sense is defective so things like umbrellas don't occur to me when i leave the house. and so i started laughing like a crazy person for a few minutes before i smiled and said hell- might as well enjoy it and i did.

illuminate

yourself

And by just singing it brings music back down to a primal level.
I just got put off with civilization and religion and wanted to dig down to the human spirit. I was influenced by the war and fed up with politicians' ego trips. They are blind to so many things in the world: planets going in circles, flowers growing, people telling bad jokes, people making cutlery, whatever. There's all these things, but suddenly politics are 95 percent of our lives. ~Bjork

busy streets a mess with people

Hide and Seek ~ Imogen Heap

Where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only
just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking feeling

Spin me round again
and rub my eyes
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover
the sweeping insensitivity
of this
still life

Hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears
They were here first

mm what d'cha say?
mm that you only meant well
well of course you did
mm what d'cha say?
mm that it's all for the best
of course it is
mm what d'cha say?
hmmm that it's just what we need
and you decided this?
ooh what d'cha say?
mmmm what did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid sweet talk newspaper word cut outs (paper word cut outs)
Speak no feeling no I don't believe you (no I don't believe you)
you don't care a bit
you
don't care a bit

(Hide and Seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid sweet talk newspaper word cut outs

i told my advisor i was sick

but today i spent 5 full hours in the middle of the day napping in my bed with the smell of wisteria drifting up into my bedroom window curled up in my sheets with my white blanket and a bowl of blueberries on my tray table with my kitty on my pillow and my doggie on my legs

dima isabella tsnekova

welcome to the world beautiful baby dima isabella

quit telling me how harsh i am don't you know that i have cried over you.

People should not be afraid of their government,

government should be afraid of their people.