We live and breathe words...but writing them down makes you escape into new worlds. Only those who write would understand.

The more you try to protect yourself from love, the more pain you bring to yourself and those that love you

Music helps us drift away to places of tranquility, happiness, sadness, & imagination.

Don't waste your time being envious of what you don't have or who you want to be. Instead, focus on what you do have and who you can become.

Don't waste your time chasing things that will never be beneficial to your future.

I love rainstorms...the thunder, lightning, wind, all of it. So much going on at once, so many emotions...just like me.

When you stop giving attention to someone that takes you for granted, they will notice...trust!

When it comes to love and loss, acceptance is never easy. We can't make someone see all we have to give, make them love us, or make them change. All we can do is move on and stop wasting time.

Restlessness is usually a sign of changes needing to be made, boredom, or loss of significance.

With my sometimes blunt indecent vocabulary & very vivid imagination, I wonder if I should be writing "other" kinds of content.

Beauty, business, blogs, & bullshit...never a dull conversation with your friends you have tons in common with.

When you look up/ Do you see the blue sky of what might be / Or the darkness of what will never be? / Do you see me?Kami Garcia/Margaret Stohl

Ever since the romantic comedy-drama 'She's Gotta Have It' antagonized black women and black men in 1986, Spike Lee's films have enjoyed the outrage of various groups.

Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.

You could look it up.

To be tempted and indulged by the city's most brilliant chefs. It's the dream of every one of us in love with food.

People come in and out of our lives to teach us. And we teach other people. It's part of the process. They come in and they go out. Some stay for longer than others.

I can't possibly get into your knickers.

All great expression, which on a superficial survey seems so easy as well as so simple, furnishes after a while, to the faithful observer, its own standard by which to appreciate it.

The memories of long love gather like drifting snow, poignant as the mandarin ducks who float side by side in sleep.

Only bad books have good endings. If a book is any good, it's ending is always bad - because you don't want the book to end.