what i have come to love most about transition is the clouds and the way they move at God’s hand the pinks and the golds and how they combine to create such an awesome majesty only capable of divine intention and expression there is a texture to the clouds a wispiness a soft cottony-ness to some a rich thickness to others there is haven there truth, being, breath something so...
you wiped your ass, but did you wipe the toilet seat??– ArinMaya, on cleaning house (©2011 Pulchritudinous Enterprises)
1. if i don’t like something, i distance myself from it, generally…like rats in the subway. i just don’t look 2. i LOVE to eat. i do it as often as i can 3. i like to cook - i do it so i can eat (refer to #2) 4. i like making things with my hands 5. i try to stay as openminded as possible, but some things just don’t float. i don’t believe in kicking it with...
nothing feels better… donny hathaway - i...
humble me - norah jones (she’s a winner)
i don't miss you at all - norah jones (lyrics)
as i sit and watch the snow falling down, i don’t miss you at all i hear children playing, laughing so loud, i don’t think of your smile so if you never come to me, you’ll stay a distant memory out my window, i see lights going down. your dark eyes don’t haunt me… and then i wonder who i am without the warm touch of your hand and then i wonder who i am without the...
you humbled me low - by norah jones (lyrics)
went out on a limb/gone too far/broke down at the side of the road/stranded at the outskirts and the sun’s creeping up baby’s in the backseat/still fast asleep/dreaming of better days/i don’t wanna call you but you’re all i have to turn to what do you say when it’s all gone away/baby i didn’t meant to hurt you/truth spoke in whispers will tear you apart/no...
am i making sense?
i don’t want to feel like i’m feeling too much filling you with the fear that is truly mine deflecting my possessions onto your body your being so much more level than i the weight of tears that desire gravity’s pull onto the clean canvas of my face and for what? i ask you if i make sense because i realize nonsensical drifts some things apart “he’s a nice...
i have reached the point of closeness where i am staring fear in her face, and...– me, still afraid of (love)
i can see it - the end is near
i know it is coming, the end our ending our happy story approaching with a quick fiercenesslike those logs i used to dream of after me, afterme, AFTERME they’re coming for me and i’m running i’m going as fast as i can, mommy but they’re coming after me and they keep getting closer and closer bigger and larger than life i have never seen a tree this big and there is nothing...