The thought of him writing - within me is fire - eternal - beautiful fire.

Alicia Keys & Maxwell - Fire We Make

MY HEARTS SAIL

~JCM~

A spong of sorrow

Drops tears of glass

Like droplets of pain

With hopes to digress

A vessel of mixed emotions

To hide not seek

Emotionless fronts to hide inside weeps

I purge at days still with no witness

Can I exhale a painless sigh?

All I want to do is feel your face on mine

To reconcile with fates kisses

I await such indelicate days

With each draining purge it refills as if we just started

God, I plead allow me to cry my last cry

I can't shake these crashing waves

My heart seeks a waters calm

I grip the memory of your presence

Embracing the moments of loves still

As my eyes open reality sets

Rushing tears, my eyes fill

I miss you so much!

I want nothing but to hold my girls so tight

I'll be the lost ship-

And you can be my light

"I love every aspect of being a woman. I believe you should celebrate who you are."

 ~Eva Mendes

Light a candle and meditate for the one you love.

~AllieB~

Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.

~ Gilda Radner

Come stay with me awhile

on my island made of clouds

I'll share my sun with your skies 

as we catch rainbows

and bend them into memories

Exchanging tears for raindrops

as our toes dip into the sands of time

Marking footsteps ment to be retraced back to the heart

and broken dreams mend themselves into revised visions of happiness

We'll play catch with the moon

and past stars in the twilight

Just so I can see the that sparkle once again grace your eye

Still wrapping you in the golden hues of the sun 

and let that warmth seep into your soul

Lend you my hope and watch...

as the light plays in your dark skies once more.

Allowing the sands of life to take over. Designing the patterns of my soul...

"She has become perhaps the world’s most admired children’s-rights advocate, all the more powerful for being a child herself. Her primary cause — securing Pakistani girls’ access to education — has served to highlight broader concerns: the health and safety of the developing world’s children, women’s rights and the fight against extremism." 

- TIME magazine on Malala Yousafzai, the first runner-up in their "Person of the Year" issue. 

"Right from the start, you were a thief, 
You stole my heart and
I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty.
And with every touch
You fixed them...

Just give me a reason, 
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second, we're not broken
Just bent we can learn to love again.
Oh, it's in the stars,
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken
Just bent we can learn to love again."

 WE ARE BEST FRIENDS. ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT IF YOU FALL, I WILL PICK YOU UP... AFTER I FINISH LAUGHING.

XOXOXO

"Best friends are the siblings [the universe] forgot to give us."

"Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say."

"You know you've got the greatest friends when the only time they make you cry is when you are laughing too hard."

"Goofy pictures & crazy times. Sisters at heart & partners in crime."

"Strangers think I'm quiet. My friends think I'm outgoing. My best friends think I'm completely insane."

“Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.”

The Balancing Act of Being Female; Or, Why We Have So Many Clothes

(Link to article)

What I like about the image is the way it very clearly illustrates two things.  First, it reveals that doing femininity doesn’t mean obeying a single, simple rule. Instead, it’s about occupying and traveling within a certain space.  In this case, usually between “proper” and “flirty.”  Women have to constantly figure out where in that space they’re supposed to be.  Too flirty at work mean’s you won’t be taken seriously; too proper at the bar and you’re invisible.  Under the right circumstances (e.g., Halloween, a funeral), you can do “cheeky” or “old fashioned.”

The second thing I like about this image is the way it shows that there is a significant price to pay for getting it wrong.  It’s not just a faux pas.  Once you’re “‘asking for it,” you could be a target. And, once you’re reached “prudish,” you’ve become socially irrelevant.  Both violence and social marginalization are serious consequences.

And, of course, all women are going to get it wrong sometimes because the boundaries are moving targets and in the eye of the beholder. What’s cheeky in one setting or to one person is flirty in or to another.  So women constantly risk getting it wrong, or getting it wrong to someone.  So the consequences are always floating out there, worrying us, and sending us to the mall.

Indeed, this is why women have so many clothes!  We need an all-purpose black skirt that does old fashioned, another one to do proper, and a third to do flirty… at the very least… and all in casual, business, and formal.   And we need heels to go with each (stilettos = provocative, high heels = flirty, low heels  = proper, etc, plus we need flats for the picnics and beach weddings etc).  And we need pants that are hemmed to the right length for each of these pairs of shoes.  You can’t wear black shoes with navy pants, so you’ll need to double up on all these things if you want any variety in your wardrobe. I could go on, but you get the picture.

Women’s closets are often mocked as a form of self-indulgence, shop-a-holicism, or narcissism.  But this isn’t fair.  Instead, if a woman is class-privileged enough, they reflect an (often unarticulated) understanding of just how complicated the rules are.  If they’re not class-privileged enough, they can’t follow the rules and are punished for being, for example, “trashy” or “unprofessional.”  It’s a difficult job that we impose on women and we’re all too often damned-if-we-do and damned-if-we-don’t.

A brunett & a blond. With an inseparable bond.

~ The sisters De la Bolsa ~

Coming soon... I am super excited!! 

We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

~ Ray Bradbury~

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A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.

~George Jean Nathan~

As a poet

My most potent weapon is my ability to seal your soul...

And make it all about me.

My ability to document your heartaches and falls.

And make them seem feeble.

Like fruitcake and a corny game show host.

As a poet,

I've invested in licence to satirize your life.

Make it insincere and silly.

A barbie doll existence.

I've invested in a licence to exploit you.

To exaggerate your humanity and magnify your tears. 

As a poet,

I've learned to suck the spirit from the most alive beings...

To numb life.

By recording it,

Dulling it on paper.

I've learned to suck the color,

And taste,

And touch of reality.

Spitting it out on lined tree roots,

Feeding on the death of the element that create life.

As a poet,

I've learned to smile.

And applaud misfortune,

And beautify it's ugliness.

I've learned to kill,

In a subtle yet deadly way. 

They have always been there.

Not just in ink.

My wings are those of a butterfly.

Flying up my body,

In a pattern crafted solely for me.

You came into my life,

Suddenly and equally unaware.

Bringing with you new light.

Showing me I'm not really wrong...

In fact, just right.

I need you like I need water in my lungs...

~Mr. Mason Jones~

WELCOME TO MY SILLY LIFE...

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