Quote of the Day

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything.. what we think, we become!"

Quote of the Day

I do not say 'good-bye.' I believe that is one of the bullshitiest words ever invented. It's not like we are given the  choice to say 'bad-bye' or 'awful-bye' or 'couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye.' Every time you leave, its supposed to be a good one. Well I don't believe in that.

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Quote of the Day

"Bad is not an absolute, but a relative term. Ask the robber who used the cash he stole to feed his infant; the rapist who was sexually abused as a child; the kidnapper who truly believed he was saving a life. And just because you break the law doesn’t mean you have intentionally crossed the line into evil. Sometimes the line creeps up on you, and before you know it, you’re standing on the other side."

Tease me, Tease me, I think I like it

Why are we taught that when a boy teases us, he likes us?

From before we could even understand this concept, it was drilled into our minds-- from playing at the park and getting sand thrown in our face to playing spanking games, we were told that a boy goes about showing his affection by teasing us. 

Not only do they tease us, but they project as well. They put their feelings on us saying, "Just admit it, you want me," when really they want to admit that they're the ones who want. 

But is it just men of all ages, or are woman guilty of the tease, or expressing the exact opposite of their true emotions as well?

Don't we also rip men of their masculine attributes, while consciously wanting those exact attributes we put down?

Don't we also playfully throw in a "You can't lift me, "or "No your muscles aren't all that" while we are longing for them to lift us up and show off their bulging biceps? 

So what is it? It must be human condition. There must be a theory written about the way a man and woman interact with each other in times of intense attraction-- perhaps that's where the term 'sexual tension' sprouted?

Is it a matter of protection, a shield we put up to guard our feelings?  

Or is it that we just want the opposing team to want us as a manner of feeding our ego? Who doesn't like to tease, draw someone's attention and flirt without having any real emotional connection to the person. 

Do we just want to know that we are wanted without really putting ourselves out there?

Could it be a fear of rejection? First wanting to know that the other person wants us before our hearts get trampled on?

Or could it be as simple as 2+2? Is it that they just don't like us? Is it as simple as fun and games? Or is there more to it? And if so, is it a human condition that affects both parties. Is it that women are the complicated ones who put more thought into an innocent spanking while playing tag at age 5, and does that complication carry with us into adulthood? Is it just the women who dissect and complicate a man's every move?

At age 5, are we told that the boy who just shoved us in the sand, likes us just to protect our feelings? Do our mommys just tell us that so that we don't have to actually think that at five years old someone doesn't like us? Is it that our feelings are protected in that way, as a way to cover up the reality?

Does the "tease" and the "projection" just serve as a form of protection?

Is it just the women?

or is it really human condition, where both parties face this confusion?

We will never know as each person has a different motive... but what is it that drives that thought that is drilled into every 5 year old's little mind?

What is at the root of that?

Quote of the Day

“Sometimes you've got to run away to see who will run after you. Sometimes you've got to talk quieter to see who's really listening. Sometimes you've got to step up to fight only to see who's standing by your side. Sometimes you've got to make a wrong decision only to see who's there to help you fix it. Sometimes you've got to let go of the one you love just to see if they love you enough to come back to you.”


Sometimes, the thought of an absolute is unnecessary; sometimes a "sometimes" just sits with us better. 

Happy 4th of July... [[[8 minutes late]]]

i find this look to be so charming <3

how foreign 

loving Aldriges cat eye sunniesss :)

harper's bazaar -- -- hong kong

diggin how she can rock this all black outfit

l e g s   for   days

Song/Video of the Day

We sing because we can't speak anymore
Dance is an extension of that, we can't speak anymore so we move
This is the language I speak

I GOT YOU-LEONA LEWIS

(((Two best friends who fall in love)))

u n r e a l

it was unreal. it still is.

the way i had to    drop and cover    was unreal.  

the way i-- no. we had to    scurry and hide   was unreal

the look on people's faces, the intensity with which they ran 

the way my heart beat, so fast, almost exploding out of my chest

the way i hold on to my friends in a massive chain as if i was holding on to my life

it was all unreal, unbelievable

the first thought: "this can't be happening"

the second thought: there wasn't a second thought- my mind went BLANK

fear, frustration, and angst took over

the shots felt 5 ft away

that noise has become the soundtrack of my life the past four days

they keep ringing in my head over and over again

why? why would someone just walk into a party and SHOOT? 

i felt completely helpless-- unable to help myself and others-- all I could do is hide

a mild anxiety attack accompanied by what felt like a minor heart attack all because people decided to shoot up a party on a casually fun Saturday night.

a risk to the lives of the innocent completely disregarded

unexpected and unbelievable

the flashbacks, the thoughts

they all run through my mind like an on-going, never ending movie reel-- a horror movie

looking back on it everything happened so fast, but a minute felt like an hour at the time

every time the reality of the unrealness plays in my mind i can't help but cry,  my airways constrict and this feeling of resentment resides over me. 

an        u n r e a l         reality nobody ever expects to experience. 

I want to find a man who will dance with me the way Johnny dances with Baby :)

One Month. Just One Month. In that time we entered and re-entered each other's lives countless times. I don't even know what brought us back to each other so many times, but I sure as hell knew that we couldn't let each other go. It almost felt like we had a magnet inside each of us, pulling at each other's core-- pulling us right back into each other's arms, into each other's lives. But why couldn't we settle down, commit to each other and sit at peace? One month turned into three, and three months turned into seven. Seven Months. Just seven months of "taking it slow"sharing an intense physical and emotional attraction without actually being intimate. Seven months went by and our secret emotional unsaid relationship grew-- it felt like we had known each other for years. Late night phone calls. Afternoon walks. Sunday morning hikes for miles while being immersed into the souls of one another. Perhaps we were together in another universe, there had to be a reason why we were so attached. 

But Month Eight was different. Month Eight felt real. Not "take me out to dinner, open my door, hold my hand real"-- he already did that; and not "talk to me on the phone until sunrise, and ask me personal questions real"-- he did that too.  But real on a whole other level-- a free, secure, real.  A "I can't get enough of you, I want to just listen to your voice talk, I can't stop staring at your beauty" real. 

And Five Months after that. One year into whatever it was we were doing or having, it happened. Last night we were sitting in his car and he stared at me. He stared at me for a while, with a longing stare. At that moment my heart dropped into my stomach, and he kissed me. Grabbed my face, pulled me closer, leaned in, and I gently felt his lips land upon mine. He kissed me, after one whole year. 

And reality hit me. This whole year it was real-- real without a title or a five word question, "Will you be my girlfriend?" real. Because there were thousands of other questions he would ask, and millions of other conversations we would have- it was real, without sex, without intimacy, without foreplay-- it was  a real and raw, a controlled relationship. A free, secure, carefree, exclusive, loving, worry-free, caring realness, where he protected me and took care of me, without consciously thinking about it. It was as real as second-nature to him, as real as my smile when I first met him, and as real as our kiss last night. 

It was Really a Real Reality.  

"The best thing about music is that when it hits you, you feel no pain." -- Bob Marley

I know, you love being able to listen to a song-- lyrics, melody, instruments alone, all of it together and travel to a specific moment in time, and relive certain memories.
You can be at your lowest point, and listen to a song, where the artist can relate to you, and release you of that pain.
Music hypes you up, Music calms you down. Music-- lyrics, they understand you, they feel you.
Music is a form of art. A soothing mechanism. Music controls your emotions, in all aspects. Within movies as the soundtrack, enhancing the genre. Music brings back memories, evokes laughter, pulls out the tears, and heals a sore wound.

Song of the day: Break by Three Days Grace

"The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make a difference that you have lived-- and lived well."

Song of the Day:

Quotes of the Day:

"Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed."

"No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader." - Robert Frost

"And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.  And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual."

Today I am thankful
I am thankful that I was able to wake up to a beautiful family and live another day.
I am thankful that I am fortunate enough to have a car -- to drive to an interview-- and to find out that I got a job by the end of the day.
I am grateful that there are people in my life that care about me.
I am thankful that I can find peace within my day by simply enjoying a new hike.
I am thankful that people can look at me and find beauty within me-- physically, and emotionally.
I am thankful that I am able to be active.
At the end of the day, I am grateful that there is a higher being that I can thank for keeping me healthy day after day.

“Before you can grow up, you must fall in love three times. Once, you must fall
in love with your bestfriend, ruining your friendship forever. This will teach
you who your true friends are, and the fine line between friendship and more.
Once you must fall in love with someone you believe is perfect. You will learn
that no one is perfect, and that you should never be treated as anything less
than you deserve. And once, you must fall in love with someone that is exactly
like you. This will teach you about who you are, and who you want to be. And
when you're through with all that, you learn that the people who care about you
the most are the ones that you hurt, and the ones that hurt you are the ones
that needed you the most. But most of all, you learn that love is only a concept
and is not something that can be defined, it is different to each and every
person on this earth, knowing that everyone only wants to be loved.”

I THANK GOD EACH AND EVERYDAY FOR THE PERSON I FELL IN LOVE WITH. HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND BEFORE. HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND AFTER. AND AFTER EVERYTHING WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH, HE IS STILL MY BEST FRIEND. I GOT LUCKY :) 
He was always my best friend, he was perfect in my eyes, and some days, just like me. I have grown because of him, and I continue to grow with him. Thank you world :)

To the one that holds his heart,

This may sound cliche, but if you hurt him, I will stalk you and legit. kick. your. ass! Now I'm pretty sure you have unwillingly heard of me, but let me, let you in on a little secret- I know all about you. I have my ways, don't attempt questioning it- you won't succeed. I just want to make sure that the man I love with every fiber of my body is getting what he deserves. Since I haven't already interrogated the daylights out of you or tortured you, consider yourself lucky.. for now-I guess you're an alright girl.

But here are a couple tips for you. Always remember that he doesn't use the term "love" loosely. If he loves you, he puts his all into it and you better make sure to appreciate it. Keep the sex fun and passionate. Keep him pleased, but tease him a little. He LOVES a challenge even when he says he can't resist you. If you have plans at a certain time, tell him its two hours before it really is! Remember that he will put his mom, and his one and only best friend before you-- get on their good side, and respect that. Don't cross your boundaries with him. Pamper him, Nurture him, but don't suffocate him or cling on-- he is a kid at heart, but nonetheless still a man. Lastly, remember to have patience, and take the initiative to key in to his thoughts and emotions. He is all over the place, and he will always be. He thinks too much. He is a perfectionist. BUT if your wise, you'll learn to read him, and know when he needs your emotional support. Remember to love him deeply and remember that he is the BEST thing that will EVER happen to you. Goodluck-- it won't be an easy ride, but it will be well worth it-- he may be the one to hold on to your heart forever. Don't fuck this up.

Sincerely,
The one who lost him

Make a FASHION STATEMENT. State who you are.

"Sometimes people who are never alone are the loneliest."

Human existence.. who are we?

I get it.. We're stuck both ways...

If we choose what we THINK is "right" -- we'll FEEL like something went wrong

If we choose what we FEEL is "right" -- we'll THINK like something went wrong

But in the end, what we feel is stronger than we what we think

You see, our minds have a way of playing tricks on us-- and the thing is, we don't even know when it's happening to stop it

So learn to trust your heart more than your mind

and don't try to fix something unbroken.

Be human because that's what you are.

Learn to be comfortable in your own skin, with yourself.

You don't need to be with other people for them to judge whether or not you amount to something.

You amount to the happiness you feel.

You amount the the worth you give yourself when you look in that mirror.

So trust your heart and find happiness within yourself before you look elsewhere. 

"What is done with love, is done well." - Vincent van Gogh

Just DO IT!!

Quote of the Day

"Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us.  When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused."

Perfection.. or Perfection?

Is she really PERFECT?

Are you really PERFECT?

Do you really want to be PERFECT?

What is PERFECT?

Sexual Chemistry

There will always be that one person
that for some odd reason you keep going back to
Other people don't understand, but neither do you

The one you just can't get enough of each time you're with them
Where Lust Precedes Love
Where Naughty foreplay is permitted and insecurities are forbidden

The kind of chemistry that imprints a smile on your face for days,

Leaves you glowing, and others wondering.

The kind of sexual activity that leaves you panting and begging for more..

The one that makes you tingle inside-- at the simple thought of it

The kind of chemistry that dominates your thoughts and controls you until you get what you want

This sexual chemistry brings the creative side out in you,

making you want to do things you never thought you could.

But this sexual chemistry exists in the light of you and that one person

The one where you look across from you and think "Damm, He/She is so Fuc*ing HOT.. a freakin model!"

The one person that no matter how hard you try to control yourself, you just can't resist.  

Windows foggy.."I'll do it anywhere, I just want you now" kind of sexual chemistry 

Eternal. Irresistible. Sweet... That's The Sexual Chemistry that we all feel at one point or another.. if you find that one odd person you find irresistible. sexy. respectful, that makes you tingle inside.. Don't let them go!