The best thing about a good song is that it can take you back to a single instant -a perfect memory- a moment in time. It’s my own personal time machine. This is one of those songs.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

“ I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope; for hope would be hope of the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith. But the faith, and the love, and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

T.S. Eliot

The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.

Jacques Bénigne Bossuel

People will always leave, and it will always hurt. But one remains. The one person who knows I’m hurting when I can’t feel it. The one person who really cares would never walk out on me, let’s face it, you should have so many times. I love you and don’t know what I would do without you. Thank you for being the most stable thing in my life. You’re strength is inspiring, and your heart is too big. I love Nug, and I love mid day cocktails. Thank you K.G.E.

No matter where we go when we graduate or where we end up, we’ll always have pepperdine, the house through the canyon, the house with the rats, and the best apartment ever. I’m not walking out. thanks c-bomb.

Happy Birthday Calista!

You deserve the best day… thanks for everything you did for me today.

I love you.

“ Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Peter Ustinov

Let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the street, he was standin’ all shaky, hands all sweaty and he could hardly speak. I might as well take a minute or two, to put you on to some game, you want a boy like him and a man like me and that’s just not the same.

Never mind an SMS, what you need is a sweet caress, everybody wanna talk too much, what you need is a special touch. What girl wouldn’t that feel right, a little dinner with a candle light and really when it comes down to it, pick a man that’s down to fight.

I’ll give you bonafide lovin’
The type that makes me feel old

Let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walkin’ down the road, he was standin’ all shook, couldn’t even look, and I was extra cold. I might as well take a minute or two to talk about the perks, Cause he can’t compete with a man like me, and that’s just how it works.

Look, this comes as no surprise, what you need is an older guy with a little bit of life experience, the right clothes and the right appearance. What girl wouldn’t feel nice, hot dinner with the candlelight, and really when it gets down to it, pick a man that’s down to fight.

I feel like life is full of contradictions. There’s always one side that’s pulling you here and another that’s pulling you there. When I think about my life in 3 years I find myself faced with two entirely different options. The endless battle between the heart and the head.

I want to go home, but I want to be in Malibu. I want to be a journalist, but I want to be a lawyer. I want to get married and raise a family, but I want to be an independent person. I’m a lover and a fighter. I get angry but I’m the happiest person ever. I’m graceful, but I fall down alot. I have OCD but I love spontaneity. I am strong, but I’ve been broken. I’m a writer, but I’m at a loss for words. I love God, yet I question Him. I want to be healthy, but I love fatty foods. I know I should, but I don’t want to.

When I am going to find the balance between the two and the comfort in my answer? [I said, “Where’ve you been?” He said, “Ask anything.”] It’s as if God’s giving me these two life decisions - sending me in opposite directions and I have to chose. [Where were you, when everything was falling apart.] What if I chose wrong? What if I fail? I think it’s time for me to stop, listen and consider or else I will walk away trying to ignore the obnoxious thunder of the words pounding in my head. [To the corner of 1st and Amistad] Either way, I’m forced to think, and I believe in all regards, that’s a good thing.

Everyone has those days right? The ones where you can’t stop thinking about the one thing that makes you weak? No one wants to admit when they’re weak. Initial reaction, “I’m fine, I’m not sad, blah blah blah” typical girl bullshit. But everyone feels it. Most of the time, those around you don’t even know. You get really good at hiding it and it isn’t until you’re alone, in your room, that you accept that. Everyone gets sad, and everyone breaks down. Today is one of those days.

Memories fade, like looking through a fogged mirror
Decisions to decisions are made and not fought
But I thought, this wouldn’t hurt a lot.
I guess not.

Control yourself.
Take only what you need from it.

But then, we wake up the next morning and we fight. We get through it. We have that person that talked to us for 2 hours on facebook chat, making us feel all better. Because sometimes it’s in the simplest gestures and the smallest words that makes everything better.

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded.
Why’d you have to wait? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.
Why’d you have to wait, to find me, to find me?

“You spend all your time looking for love yet you feel nothing even when its staring you in the face I will love again but You will spend all your life knowing you turned your back on love and that makes you a hypocrite."

Cruel Intentions