I LIKE...
Miles Davis, Duke Ellington
Donny Hathaway, Otis Redding
Michael Jackson, George Michael
India.Arie, Lauryn Hill
Erykah Badu, Jaguar Wright
Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul
Jay-Z, Nas
I like long walks
picnics/movies in the park
walking barefoot in the grass
BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS
James Baldwin, Richard Wright, Alice Walker, ZANE :)
I really AM a nerd.
But quiet as kept, I do indulge in a little naughty every now and then to help stimulate my senses.
Dance is my passion
Writing is my outlet.
I wish there was a way for me to fuse the two and make beautiful music...
I like sending random " I LOVE YOU " text msgs to everyone I love...just because.
I love LOVE and everything attached to it.
I hope to one day feel that feeling again.
I'm a big quote freak.
"Accept me as I am with this tendency that I have to be able to love everyone, including you, or just don't fucking bother me at all" -Alice Walker
my favorite.
I like Chuck Taylors, PUMAS, and Adidas
Sexy heels
Pretty panties, and lacey bras
I like skinny jeans, and vintage tees
I like over-sized sweats and pretty dresses
Betty Boop and Hello Kitty
G-Shock watches and Swatches
Fingerless gloves and leg warmers
Hunter rainboots and leggings
Comic books and naughty books
Calla Lilies and Black Orchids
Random love notes just because
Chocolate chip cookies and brownies
Love Jones and Dirty Dancing
Star Trek and Shrek
Oatmeal in the morning and a bowl of cereal before bed
Green tea and SIMPLY LEMONADE
Harold's Chicken and Lems
Beni Hanas
Giordanos and Italian Fiesta
Popcorn and raisinets
Baby lotion and Shea Butter
Green, yellow, and orange
Dj's, drummers, and photographers
Speaking broken Spanish just because I can.
Writing this list, not because you asked me to, but because I like you enough to want to....
Turkery burgers and fries
Hot cookie sundaes and apple pies
Comedy shows and Broadway shows
NYC, Miami, and Boston
GO CELTICS!
Over night stays and weekend getaways
Breakfast in bed
Strawberry pancakes, turkey bacons, and eggs
Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey and Cookies n Cream
Garrett's mini mix and sour cream n onion potato chips
The Coldest Winter Ever
Assata
Their Eyes Were Watching God (Teacake and Janie)
The Notebook
Twilight (the lion and the lamb)
Pacman and Mortal Kombat
UNO and Connect Four
Urban Outfitters and H&M
ALDO and Akira
Ugg Boots and Booties
Skullies and hoodies
Onesies, Rompers, and babydoll nightgowns
J. Ivy
Common
Travis Barker
Individuality
I don't like to look like everyone else
I don't follow the crowd
Common sense
Respect
Human decency
Blatant honesty, even when it hurts. I'm a big girl...I can take it.
impromptu back rubs and your much needed hugs
Johnny Rockets, Fatburger, and Uncle Joes
Being in Borders for hours reading books and drinking hot chocolate
The nerd in me loves to learn new words, look them up in the dictionary and attempt to apply them
to my everyday vocabulary.
PONTIFICATE is one of my favorite words.
Such a DORK I know...
Giving 110% and getting the same in return
Reciprocity
Being loved and appreciated for who I am and not who others want me to be
Finding myself and loving myself in spite of myself
"EVERY ARTIST DIPS HIS BRUSH IN HIS OWN SOUL, AND PAINTS HIS OWN NATURE INTO HIS PICTURES." -Henry Ward Beecher
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Is It Worth It?
“Drifting on a memory, there’s no place I’d rather be than with you…loving you…”
Here we go again…
Damn this tender heart of mine…
To be able to love freely and so deeply is both a blessing and a curse…
No need to explain.
I’m trying to keep a strong firm stance, but my wall is crumbling bit by bit…
COMPLETE and UTTER RANDOMNESS in 5...4...3...2...1...
I checked my gmail the other day to find a mess of random proportions from “him”
It was an email explaining his absence; explaining his reasons for not calling or texting or reaching out in close to two months. And while his honesty is greatly appreciated, that still doesn’t change the fact that I have long since moved on. And I am no longer feeling guilty about my decision. I mean he pulled out all the stops…I love you. I miss you. You inspire my work…blah blah blah! And after I told him that I was done, no longer in that place where I once found myself mystified by the very essence of him (I'm such a fucking poet…don’t you know it…) He comes waaaay out of left field with “I am contemplating spending the rest of my life with you…asking you to be my wife…and things of the sort…” MAAAAN if you don’t GTFOHWTBS!!!!! So I tell you I’m done, you don’t want me to be with anyone else so you threaten me with marriage??? WHAT THE HELL!!!
YOWZAH!
“Can we call it love or is it safe to say it’s lust…”
Make sure you’re healed from all your past hurts before you come talking about being with me.
I have enough emotional baggage of my own. And this load is far too heavy for me to be trying to carry your shit too.
TRUTH.
Not being mean or anything, I’m just saying.
All of this emotional distress and repression is indicative of the times in which we live.
Everyone is heart broken, torn, scorned, and jaded; hearts tainted, and guarded from the past hurts they endured but barely survived.
No one said it was easy, but is it safe to say it was worth it?
Is it worth it?
Love.
Is it worth it?
Here we go again…
Damn this tender heart of mine…
To be able to love freely and so deeply is both a blessing and a curse…
No need to explain.
I’m trying to keep a strong firm stance, but my wall is crumbling bit by bit…
COMPLETE and UTTER RANDOMNESS in 5...4...3...2...1...
I checked my gmail the other day to find a mess of random proportions from “him”
It was an email explaining his absence; explaining his reasons for not calling or texting or reaching out in close to two months. And while his honesty is greatly appreciated, that still doesn’t change the fact that I have long since moved on. And I am no longer feeling guilty about my decision. I mean he pulled out all the stops…I love you. I miss you. You inspire my work…blah blah blah! And after I told him that I was done, no longer in that place where I once found myself mystified by the very essence of him (I'm such a fucking poet…don’t you know it…) He comes waaaay out of left field with “I am contemplating spending the rest of my life with you…asking you to be my wife…and things of the sort…” MAAAAN if you don’t GTFOHWTBS!!!!! So I tell you I’m done, you don’t want me to be with anyone else so you threaten me with marriage??? WHAT THE HELL!!!
YOWZAH!
“Can we call it love or is it safe to say it’s lust…”
Make sure you’re healed from all your past hurts before you come talking about being with me.
I have enough emotional baggage of my own. And this load is far too heavy for me to be trying to carry your shit too.
TRUTH.
Not being mean or anything, I’m just saying.
All of this emotional distress and repression is indicative of the times in which we live.
Everyone is heart broken, torn, scorned, and jaded; hearts tainted, and guarded from the past hurts they endured but barely survived.
No one said it was easy, but is it safe to say it was worth it?
Is it worth it?
Love.
Is it worth it?
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Love me.
LOVE ME YOU BASTARDS!!!!
She yells at the top of her heart (SOME BODY LOVE ME!!) Arms outstretched reaching for him to love her, to see her, to feel her, to accept her; someone to fill that VOID! That proverbial void that daddy left the day that he abandoned his baby girl. The day that he showed her that she was unworthy of love and acceptance. The day he told her that she would be alone forever because she was not worth staying around for. Leaving her empty with every attempt, numb with every kiss, angry with every touch. Sobered by the silence that surrounds her even in the presence of yet another conquest. On a continuous quest for appreciation and validation. Crying, she’s dead inside because, alas, the hole that daddy left was far too big to fill.
nina
She yells at the top of her heart (SOME BODY LOVE ME!!) Arms outstretched reaching for him to love her, to see her, to feel her, to accept her; someone to fill that VOID! That proverbial void that daddy left the day that he abandoned his baby girl. The day that he showed her that she was unworthy of love and acceptance. The day he told her that she would be alone forever because she was not worth staying around for. Leaving her empty with every attempt, numb with every kiss, angry with every touch. Sobered by the silence that surrounds her even in the presence of yet another conquest. On a continuous quest for appreciation and validation. Crying, she’s dead inside because, alas, the hole that daddy left was far too big to fill.
nina
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
No mas...
No more blog posts about relationships past. No more dwelling on what could've been.
It's not for a reason, and I know that now.
Whatever will be, will be...
It's not for a reason, and I know that now.
Whatever will be, will be...
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