Beware those who seek constant crowds, they are nothing alone.

You will fall in love with the most unexpected people.

You will fall in love, with people who Care.

There is nothing more attractive in another person than passion, of the non-lustful kind.

You WILL surprise yourself.

Trust yourself. 'You're the only person you have to live with your whole life. Don't hurt yourself to spare someone else's feelings.' BLord.

Your first impressions are often wrong, but your gut feeling is always right. If you meet someone and your soul is screaming 'NO! NO! WEIRDO! NO!' Don't got there and save yourself the heartache.

You've got to put a limit on the number of chances you're willing to give.
'You give him one more chance, just like the time before. But he already knows, you'd give a hundred more. Until one night in bed, you wake up in a sweat, you're racing through the door, can't take it anymore.' -Alicia Keys

About 10 people are truly worth it, and they'll stand by you despite your differences, squabbles and distance. Actually, experience says they are often the people who you had INITAL differences with. They are awesome.

'You're not crazy. You're right. Everyone else is crazy. That sounds crazy. It isn't.' 6peoplecrammedinto1

'Never apologise for being real' Lupe Fiasco

The first thing I've ever reblogged.

I discovered the most incredible blog I have ever seen.

And I found this. And I think it's important, so I'm sharing. Please read.

'I was shooting a scene in my new film, No Strings Attached, in which I say to Natalie Portman,

“If you miss me. you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.”

I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens, bouncing between satellites and servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I started wondering, are we all becoming so in touch with one another that we are in danger of losing touch?

It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers. Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a conversation that lasted two hours but felt like two minutes and would be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was arranged. That was then.

Now we exchange numbers but text instead of calling because it mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. “It was NICE meeting u” Both sides overanalyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu Cyrano: “He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I write back?” Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before sending a message that will appear 2 care, but not 2 much. If all goes well, a date will be arranged.

Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male. Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So what’s it really good for?

There is some argument about who actually invented text messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don’t know what is. It’s also great for passing notes. there is something fun about sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. think of texting as a modern whisper in your lover’s car.

Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. in some ways, it’s no different than sending flowers to the office: You are declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn’t like to be publicly adored. Just remember that what you post is out there and there’s some stuff you can’t un-see.

But the reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There’s no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.

We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever. It’s personal and deliberate means more than an email or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important, it’s flawed There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, “This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more importantly, all that I am not.”

—
Ashton Kutcher

1 degree celsius

I see you like to talk,
I hear you baby.
Claiming you're a bad beast,
Show me baby.

I'm so cold,
Yeah I need a hot tottie.

It's not the first time
that you've made me cry
and quite honestly,
it better be the last.

Not that you'd even know
you're never around to see it happen
you only ever get
the aftermath, the quiet

and resigned me, the one
who calmly discusses
but you have no idea
and i've turned into a mute

And all that's left
is the ugly debris
when a strong, raging fire
has been destroyed
smoke and ash,
and chilling silence
The cold settles in
And no doubt, you'll walk away
After finding some way
to blame me

I woke up this morning
and decided to let you call the shots
from here on in.

John Mayer once sang- Doesn't it scare you, doesn't it PISS you off, your will is not as strong as it used to be. It was live in 2007. I think the song was 'Back To You.'

I feel pretty damn stupid. I feel like an idiot. If this wasn't me, if this was someone else, if this was someone I loved, I'd tell them they were being stupid.

8th chances, 9th chances, chances into the double digits.
I'm so good at forgetting. I quit every game I play.
The joke's going to be on me.

This Time I Want It All.

Dating in lyrics.

Let's explore the situations we've all been in before, a place musicians thrive in. Relationships. I find myself surrounded by people, all at different phases, and I'm personally a fan of fate tunes (read Vernon God Little). I plan on sharing my own soundtrack soon. But for now- I found Evolver tonight- so John Legend's take it is.

You don't love me
like you say you do
You don't want me
the way that I want you
Can I get me some satisfaction?

No?

Now what do you keep calling for?
It's over.
We had some good times didn't we,
I know I won't forget that
But we had some bad times and
that's the time I wish I could get back.
You've been around me long enough
to know that now it's over.

And then (after a while, or not)-

Do I have a boyfriend,
Well, technically no.
You be my boyfriend
And I'll make it so
Give me the green light,
Give me just one night
I'm ready to go right now.


And THAT is the cycle right there people. There are your theme songs (they're all good). Go forth.

A (secret) Superstar.

The world brought me to my knees, what have you brung you?

Too much of a newcomer and too uncool.

Home is not a place. It's not a feeling, it's not stable. Home is fluid, home is in my heart, home is inside of me.

Home is where YOU Exist. With no exceptions or expectations.

For all the moneyblingclothescashedupmakeuphookuphairnailsshoes bitches. Rethink maybe. Think. Or shut the fuck up. Drown in your designer/vintage/overpriced bullshit.

To the fairweather people. You will get caught in a storm and your umbrella WILL break.

To the opportunists: Get out.

To the idiots: Good luck

To the dickhead men who hurt the women I love. I have no wishes for you. Pure apathy and a hope that you get a taste of your own medicine.

To my Pikachu. We're growing towards the sun. I'll always be here.

To Rafiki. You're golden. I'll try my best not to lose you :)

To my sisters. You genuinely deserve the best the world can offer you. 'Don't worry about it. Get your shit done. They're not worth your time' I hope for you, love, light and confidence! <3

And I'm done. And I'm beaming ;)