a liar is a coward & a coward dies a thousand times inside. today i quit being so scared, my consequence is a lesson.
-- i'm feeling like a stupid little cunt, now. i just got my grades & it's looking like 2 C's 2 B's & 1 A. : (
Seclusion plagues me. in a room full of people, those I’d be interested to know, those with great stories and funny jokes I’d love to hear; in a classroom full of people dying to be distracted, on a train, or on a plane where conversation lingers and a stranger awaits the meaningless words you have to offer; even in my home, with family … seclusion plagues me. I long for some human interaction, but there seems to be an invisible force preventing me to let anything wonderful in or a see through filter near my mouth that wont let me say the right thing; more importantly, to be who I truly am … whatever the fuck that is. I feel as though a little birdie is in my head, right in my ear, whisper beautiful words of tragedy in my ear. But my eyes, my eyes see a beautiful life that that birdie said I never could have. I wanna kill that little bird; kill him & take his fucking wings. Seclusion plagues me.
blogging is fun for me again!
i never payed her much attention, but she is a bad mutha fucka!
-- DMV x congo drums x Beyonce sample = : )
via Planee Jane, again!
visual stunner! (via Planee Jane)
As we speak, I'm watching the Tyra Show. Today's show features a gay 16 year old who endured an exorcism in hopes to cast out "gay sex demons". My views on the whole incident (and by the way i am a total gay supporter. i believe in love, not judgement) aren't important, the reason for this post is Tyra's outfit. From the frill yellow shirt, which total compliments her color, to the skinny jeans and blue heels, i love this outfit. i think her hair slicked back and her FABULOUS forehead really set the whole thing off! +2 for Tyra, i'm beginning to love you and your inspiring, professional (nudge Wendy Williams) talk show.
btw. this boy on stage is only 6teen! woah, he looks thirty!
Lenny Kravitz is SEXUAL! right now, the tattoos x nipple peircings x untamed hair = my smile.
speaking of tattoo's ... i'm loving these.
to the music....
despite the drama and the ongoing joke / cornacopia of wtf that is Lil Mama, music really reigned supreme during 2009's VMA's! from the house band: DC's own WALE and UCB! to Lady Gaga's mesmorizing x beautiful performance that gracefully landed her closer to my heart! and Jay-Z x Alicia Keys' ode to NYC. Pink killed shit upside down. Taylor Swift got the rebound award while Beyonce (as cosmiccollection says via twitter) slung that pussy classy like! and all and all I still love Kanye' ... no further comment. MTV did it ... see yall next year, a lil closer tho. mark those words. let us toast to the music!
things in life never cease to surprise / impress. like a fuckin' beautiful nightmare i'm living the college life of Thursday night parties, tattoos, peircngs, homework, and a shit load of new names and faces to match. i'm taking it as slow as this life will let me...just living with a general outline 'stead a plan with the inevitablity to fail and allowing myself to live all the while. i am though excited to see how this next couple of weeks plays out with this new sense of calm and clarity in toe...trying to do my PR thing. focused on success. smiling all my days. laughing my lul ass off. and strike mean ass poses just to keep all the cool cats hoppin' ... lol. : p
"they try to censor the influenza, just makes me sicka. influenza, yeah. i abide by their censorship, soon as they ride i'm back on my nigga shit." -Lupe Fiasco
and i have UAB orientation in 2 days ... wish me luck! sadly, that's about it for me tonight ... ily world.
mad low budget feel.
Her name is Ubah Hassan. She's Solmalian! Now, at 21, she is the face of Ralph Lauren’s s/s 09 campaign. She has also walked the runway for Ralph Lauren, Oscar de la Renta and Betsey Johnson, and been photographed by Steven Meisel and Bruce Weber for Italian Vogue. She lives in New York, beautiful!
pis via: www.nymag.com
so, i just realized i'm grown. this blows, the whole responsibility thing. i'm not loving it, actually havin' to exisit by this worlds bullshit standards of living; ie. vieing for money. i hate money, more important, i hate havin' to make it. i wish i could sit in my house with TiVo, my laptop, oddles of noodles, weed, and my telephone like i do now, only forever. i guess i gotta comprimise a bit and straighten up; losing the weed and maybe TiVo. that is only until i have enough money to chill and soley create. still, in between time, this shit BLOWS! fuck you ADULTHOOD.
i live for these colors! Dead Prez inspires me with there consious vibes and chill style.
so moving. in tears over here.
it happened fast, but i understand. fully. in the words of Issac Mizrah " listen up, kids."
Usually my inspiration comes from a form of Fine Arts, from Fashion to Music, but today; a day filled with tears, rain, sweat, and dissappointment; my inspiration has come from a conversation. What was that conversation about? Well, nothing much. How you been? What are you doing? Who was this conversation with? My cousin, Bobby. I'm not close with him. I haven't spoken with him in a long time. Still, this conversation meant the world to me ... that someone cared ... that he called me without reason or real purpose, other than to say Wat's Up!? I love him for it. You never know how much pickin' up the phone and sayin' Hey could do ...