contradictions

contradictions i usually dont mind. there is no love without hate mystery without the known
heat without ice to create a balance is essential
contradictions i mind only when i get exactly

what i want
only to find out
that its nothing that i need.

House

Dr. Wilson: (over a microphone) House, this is God.

Dr. House: Look, I’m a little busy right now. Not supposed to talk during these things. Got time on Thursday?

Dr. Wilson: Let me check. Oh, I got a plague! How about Friday?

Dr. House: I’ll have to check with Cameron.

Dr. Wilson: Oh, that…she always wants to know why bad things happen. Like I’m going to come up with a new answer this time.

Dr. Cuddy: House!

Dr. House: Quick, God! Smite the evil witch!

-Skin Deep

beautiful

choice

'In all trust there is the possibility of betrayal.'

'Then it is better not to trust?'

'Without trust, there's no friendship, no closeness, none of the emotional bonds that make us who
we are.'

'And yet you put yourself at risk?'

'Every single time.'

every time my phone rings

VAST- Pretty When You Cry

VAST- Pretty When You Cry


Visual Auditory Sensory Theatre

I didn't mean to hurt you baby, but you're pretty when you cry

"Someone tipped the hourglass, replaced the sands with wine..."

Faces are deceiving.
She has an addictive smile, cupie doll cheeks and blue eyes that twinkle, yet the darkness beneath is sharp and hard. i am the alternative. She says i have cold beauty. Cat eyes and sharp jawline, a stare that goes through your chest. We both draw people in, but for the wrong reasons. I bring in men who think i am unattainable, but I want them to fill me, to transform me into warmth. She draws them as an outlet for the intensity that lies beneath.

"Fists in my pocket cause my words are my weapons"

I am always writing. My mouth is filled with words that fall out with every movement and every thought that only rarely get written down. Usually floating away and dissolving forever.

happy 4th of july

sonic booms over a maxfield parrish sky of pink
and blue.
glittering gold and dropping flares of blue, yellow, emerald
pink and white.
the lake reflecting every sparkle
in its ripples
and the scents of lilac
jasmine
maybe peony
filtering down through the canopy of trees and branches
and across the kids with their sparklers
screaming in the distance
down through the folds of my skirt
to my toes
buried in the dark
wet sand of the lake.

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.