“I hope you find someone who is brave enough to enter your storm, and respects you enough to love the size of your waves. I hope you find someone who will relish the calm you can have, and who is eager to set sail on the expanse of your mind. I hope you find someone that can’t escape the love they have for you, because now they have you in their very blood, always reminding them that you are the only sea worth exploring.”
* August And Everything After ~ Counting Crows ( Round Here)
* Greetings From Asbury Park ~ Bruce Springsteen * (Hard to Be a Saint in the City)
* Where Ya Been? ~ Dinosaur Jr. * ( Where Ya Been)
* Let It Bleed ~ Rolling Stones * (Gimme Shelter)
* Time Out Of Mind ~ Bob Dylan ~ ( Standing In The Doorway)
* Wildflowers ~ Tom Petty * ( Wake Up Time)
* Prepare For Black And Blue ~ The White Buffalo * (Oh Darlin' What Have I Done)
* The Song Remain The Same (Remastered) ~ Led Zepplin ~ (The Rain Song)
* The Central Park Concert ~ Dave Matthews Band *(When The World Ends)
* Tidal ~ Fiona Apple ~ * ( The First Taste)
* Saint Of Circumstance ~ Grateful Dead (Live) 6/17/91* (Eyes Of The World) (I was at this show, It was phenomenal)
Fiona Apple ~ * ( The First Taste)
lie in an early bed, thinking late thoughts Waiting for the black to replace my blue I do not struggle in your web Because it was my aim to get caught But daddy longlegs, I feel that I'm finally growing weary Of waiting to be consumed by you
Give me the first taste, let it begin heaven cannot wait Forever Darling, just start the chase - I'll let you win but you must Make the endeavor Oh, your love gives me a heart contusion Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red Your hungry flirt borders intrusion I'm building memories on things we have not said
Full is not heavy as empty Not nearly my love Not nearly my love Not nearly
Give me the first taste, let it begin heaven cannot wait Forever Darling, just start the chase - I'll let you win, but you must Make the endeavor
In a world where so much is expected of you, one of the most important lessons you’ll ever learn is that growing up doesn’t mean leaving behind who you are—that acting your age doesn’t mean letting go of your youth.
The truth is, you are never too old to dance in the rain until your skin turns blue. To ride a bicycle through the night with the wind on your face and all of your troubles long behind you.
You are never too old to blast the volume on your favorite song. To mark your name into the wet concrete on the sidewalk just because you want the world to remember you were here.
You are never too old to run away from home. To put down all that is expected of you and wander lightly into the wild unknown. You are never too old to rediscover yourself. To dream and hope like anything is possible. It is.
You are never too old to make love like it is for the very first time. Full of nerves and clumsy laughter, and hands that don’t know what to do with themselves. You are never too old to take a chance. To be as reckless and bold as you were with your heart before years of rejection left you cynical and cautious.
You are never too old to reach out for help. To fall apart gently in the arms of a friend. To hold onto your mother like she is the last thing anchoring you here to the earth.
You are never too old to remain young at heart. While maturity may bring you wisdom and strength, it is the playful, curious child in you that makes the world magic—that makes a life enchanting and worth living at all.
I'd like to preface this by saying I love kissing. It can be better than sex sometimes. The preamble to the entre so to speak. Soft wet kisses are divine. Kisses on the back of the neck, down the back of the spine, ending at the small of the back...OOOoo I'm getting ahead of myself.
Mine starts off like this... My best friend at the time is working in Colorado for a few weeks. While he's gone I start to have these "feelings" about him that I've never felt before. He returns from his trip and stops by my place for a beer., When he arrives, I run up to him, jump into his arms and hug him so tight (which had never happened before) We proceed into my place and he spins me around, with one hand on the small of my back, and the other under my chin. He says to me "I've been waiting forever to do this" and kisses me so deeply, that I actually see stars. Something strange happens when your best friend kisses you. Sometimes you fall deeply in love. That kiss lasted between three hours and fifteen years long. A spell was cast over me. When I came across this photo this morning I thought about that moment, Before the kiss...
So, when was the last time someone kissed you until you saw stars?
There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.
* More Than Words~ Extreme ~Extreme II * Sunday Morning ~ Maroon 5 ~ 1*22*05 ~ Acoustic * Breathe ~(2 AM) ~Acoustic Version~ * Yellow ~ Coldplay ~ Acoustic Version ~ * “Seasons”~ Adam Levine Covers Chris Cornell’s Seasons ~Howard Stern Show (2017) * Maybe I'm Amazed ~ Paul Mc Cartney ~ Remastered 2011 * Going To California ~ Led Zepplin ~ Led Zepplin IV * Redemption Song ~ Bob Marley ~ Uprising * Fast Car ~ Tracy Chapman ~ Tracy Chapman * Girl ~ The Beatles ~ Rubber Soul * I'm Looking Through You~ The Beatles ~Rubber Soul
Girl ~ The Beatles ~ Rubber Soul
Is there anybody going to listen to my story All about the girl who came to stay? She's the kind of girl You want so much, it makes you sorry Still, you don't regret a single day Ah, girl, girl
When I think of all the times I tried so hard to leave her She will turn to me and start to cry And she promises the earth to me And I believe her After all this time I don't know why Ah, girl, girl
She's the kind of girl who puts you down When friends are there You feel a fool When you say she's looking good She acts as if it's understood She's cool, ooh, ooh, ooh Girl, girl, girl
Was she told when she was young That pain would lead to pleasure? Did she understand it when they said That a man must break his back To earn his day of leisure? Will she still believe it when he's dead? Ah, girl, girl, girl Ah, girl, girl
Never think that her submission is because she cannot be her own warrior. She has fought battles and lived to tell the tales of the scars that mark her very soul.
No, her submission does not come from weakness, it comes from the very center of her beautiful strength. What she offers you is worth priceless riches. What she surrenders is her heart.
Submission is not about sex. Submission is not something one can learn. It is not dirty. Submission is a beauty that comes from the very soul of a submissive woman.
It is breaking down walls built up in her lifetime, allowing the beautiful, sensual woman to come through. Submission is about sensuality. It is about trust, communication, vulnerability, caring, and honesty.
Submission is about knowing who you are and what you want. A submissive is not a weak person but just the opposite. She is strong in herself and in the knowledge of who she is. She never submits out of weakness or desperation. She submits out of strength, love, and trust.
Submission is freedom. It is letting go of one’s self, knowing that her partner is there to catch her if she falters. It is about pushing to be the very best one can be, not only as a submissive but as a woman.
Submission can actually engender power: realizing that you have something to give and that you are capable of mastering your own will to give it up the way it is wanted instead of the way you think it should be wanted.
It can inspire pride, not the false pride of an inflated ego but the true pride that, like humility, comes from knowing the depths of yourself.
• Your idea of bliss is singular to the vibrations of a certain place: Preferring to frequent history or art museums, antique or secondhand shops, haunted inns, and cemeteries, or historical + architectural sites; you love to experience the large role played by the various energies which make up your surroundings
• A deep fascination is held by you when presented with trinket collections (no matter how much dust has correlated upon them over time!), ghost stories, vintage copies of books or albums, or aged family photographs
• You can see yourself inhabiting a cozy cottage home somewhere in the far-off countryside - or an old, towering castle whose stairways and corridors are rich with the frequencies of days gone by
• You hail simplicity as the truest form of abundance: Love letters, songs played on the turntable, watching black-and-white films, flower bouquets, visiting the theatre, or spending hours reminiscing beneath the stars or sun are some of the truest ways to your heart
• "I love this song!" you often proclaim when an older tune comes on, only then realizing that you're the only one around who knows it!
• You have a tendency to get along very well with older beings or with animals; as you are more than happy to listen to the memories shared by humans who have seen more than you, or to whisper secrets to the furry ears of dogs or cats
