“ It is one of the defects of my character that I cannot altogether dislike anyone who makes me laugh.

W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpenc

My Saturday Song.

The Man's Guide To Love #232 from themansguidetolove on Vimeo.

"Its just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want

them to show me, so I can feel it too."

Stephen Chbosky- The perks of being a Wallflower.

"Laughing, because it feels freaking good."
Ratheany Sengheu


(I've been quoted! I feel famous...even if its from a bestie, I'll take it!)

:)

compromise.

I LOVE FLOWERS.

come play with meeeee.

This is simply too much. I can't handle it.

oh, what I would commit.

I am an insane amount of bundles right now.
I feel joy. I feel giddy. I feel apprehension.
All I know is through all this, (and its madness, I tell you what) I would not give up this feeling
for anything.
Anything.

I feel amazing.

Crazy, these life adventures. One day you feel like your cheek could rest on the dirt for eternity. The next, singing, flying high- wind through your hair.

The reason for this is to fully appreciate each moment...good or bad.

I am grateful for the flip side. I will not appreciate happiness in vain. I know what sucks and I know how to change it.

And you...you happiness...you've been patiently waiting.

“If you want to view Paradise, simply look around and view it."
Pure Imagination-Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory

perfection.

In Love with today.

to you.

not about flowers or chocolate.

thank you.

never gets old.

Mondays.

I am currently boiling water for my tea listening to some Marley. Its a gentle Monday morning. I think I may be the only person in the world who loves Mondays. Mondays are my regroup/cleaning in just a tshirt and panties/hair up/music loud/the occasional nap/book store shopping/bullshit internet surfing/daydreaming kinda day.

Eventually I will have to let go of these precious Mondays. Not today. Off to sip my tea with

Bob Marley.

Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

45 minutes:

The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.

The questions raised:

*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

*Do we stop to appreciate it?

*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…

How many other things are we missing?

(via allthearmsaroundyou)

I know I would have stayed to listen. Maybe even twirled.

“ It’s a great thing when a man knows how to dance, she said. When a man can dance, the world is his oyster.

Joyce Maynard, Labor Day

if my heart could sing.

hey you...come here, lets do this.

thats who I'll be.

“ If love be rough with you, then you be rough with love.

William Shakespeare - Romeo & Juliet

my song.

Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by you know how I feel

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Fish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom on the tree you know how I feel

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
That's what I mean

And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

Stars when you shine you know how I feel
Scent of the pine you know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel

Nina Simone

"In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did you let go?" - Siddhartha Gautama

Fellow goddess sister told me, this is your song now.

magic.

I was just thinking...

Life presents so many emotions. It can be a whirlwind, feelings going up and down-all around. Just blowing all around you. I've often been carried away by these emotions. But this feeling I feel right now I can't describe. I feel like my heart is simply going to explode with pure happiness.

I am a thankful girl today. I feel blessed to have someone new join my Life Party.

I completely understand the phrase now,

"Where have you been all my Life?"