Confession
I have been tearing some pudding up lately. I don’t know why. These 100 calories packs are like crack.
I Never Take Time to Learn Lyrics. I Really Should
Lyrics To Janelle Monae’s Neon Valley Street.
May this song reach your heart
May your ears love the sweet melody
Every note, every chord
I’ve arranged them for you and for me
May the sound of my voice be your guide
Bring you closer to me
Let us bathe in the noise
Let the love in your heart speak to me
For now, I’ll pretend
I’m holding your hand
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
May this song journey on to you
We met alone forbidden in the city
Running fast through time like Tubman and John Henry
But the time was wrong
Illegal aliens moaned
It’s such a pity that the city’s just a danger zone
Atomic blues bombing hearts like Iraqis in Babylon
The droid control will take your soul and rate it
Berate, slay it
You hate it and debate it but you don’t get caught
And outlaw outrunning the law, ha
May the strings make you smile
May they always remind you of me
For now let’s pretend
I’m holding your hand
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
May this song reach your heart
May this song journey on for you
Stay Focused
Off to the gym despite the fact that my body begging me to stay in bed and relax. Tomorrow hot yoga with my girl.
My Favorite Eat Pray Love Quotes
Despite the fact that this movie was extremely flawed there were some gems here and there. I need to read the book.
“I disappear into the person I love. I am the permeable membrane. If I love you,you can have it all. My money, my time, My body…I will assume your debts.I project upon u all sorts of nifty qualities uve never actually cultivated in your self. I will give u all this and more. Until I am so exhausted and depleted the only way I can recover is by becoming infatuated with someone else.” (I was once this girl)
“There’s a wonderful old Italian joke about a poor man who goes to church every day and prays before the statue of a great saint, begging, “Dear saint—please, please, please…give me the grace to win the lottery.” This lament goes on for months. Finally the exasperated statue comes to life, looks down at the begging man and says in weary disgust, “My son—please, please, please – buy a ticket.”
“Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the only real road to transformation. We must always be prepared for endless waves of transformation.”
“Both of us deserve better than staying together because were afraid of being destroyed if we don’t.”
