Lang Leav

Ever since I discovered this gem, I've been so greedy, not to mention selfish with her work. I realized how childish it is of me for not sharing this incredible poet, artist and astonishing talent of our generation with everyone and anyone.

So, here you go, I hope you take from her what I have in the short amount of time I've had stalking her work.

 not a single one she cared about, she'd chew them up and spit them out.

please be my future daughter

please

My wish to you ...

A Daughter's Note to her Mother: My wish to my mom on this Mother's Day is that she realize that my love for her wasn't created when she gave me life like most scientists like to suggest, nor was it when she was there for me at every turn .. nope I refuse to believe it was any of that monumental stuff. As far as I'm concerned, all the Hallmark cards have it wrong. My wish to the woman who is responsibe for every breath I take is for her to understand it was that cozy house, the delicious meals, the smirky laughs, warm hugs, nonjudgmental reactions and tough discipline that made me fall in love with her. It's easy to give birth, it's also easy to plot yourself at a person's disposal. The content of a person runs deep in the smallest of reactions and gestures that we often look past, just as often as we probably look past the amount of gratitude we owe our mothers. And, so, with that being said my wish to my mom is that she understands that I not only think of her once a year when May flowers are blooming, but with every little something she does for me, every big day of my life.

We're All Related, Just Not By Blood

Whenever I find a NOUN (person, place or thing) I can relate to, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. In today's case I came tumbling on "UNDER THE COVERS" a blog on tumblr. Please check out her absolutely raw, real, romantic, ruthless, ready for your eyes posts.

http://-piccadilly.tumblr.com/post/4409378014

Oh and here are a few of my favorites



Peace.Love.Blogging

Let's jump on the magic school bus (again) and pretend like we're from a generation that would protest because of war and for love, not because there's a new layout on Facebook. Let's pretend like the peace sign is more than just something girls use to pose for pictures and well, no Coachella, rave or club could be similar to Woodstock and comparing is an embarrassment for not only those doing it, but those feeding into it. Session terminated. 

Time machine out-of-order. 

My kind of compliment ...

John Smith: First time we met, what was your first thought?
 Jane Smith: You tell me.
John Smith: I thought… I thought you looked like Christmas morning. I don’t know how else to say it.
Jane Smith: Then why are you telling me this now?
John Smith: I guess in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.

– Mr. and Mrs Smith

I hate corny, mushy, typical, pink hearts and red kisses romance. In my understanding of it, the couples who resort to the stereotypical image of love are the ones who possess zero depth in their actual feelings towards one another. No two couples are alike, regardless of what society tries to engrave in us. I believe in raw, one of a kind, romance; the kind that allows you to fall in love according to the standards that the two unique people in the relationship bring to the table, not the kind that you find on a Hallmark card come February 14th. Hence why every time I watch this movie (on round 9) I feel like I had a bite of heaven. Sure, having Brad Pitt star along side one of the most beautiful woman to have walked this earth doesn't hurt, but more or less I'm drawn by some of the hidden treasures that the writers on this film have blessed us with. Who would think to mention "Christmas morning," honestly, no compliment can gain higher integrity than that. It surly provides a warm, fuzzy, wazzy feeling all over to know that a man you love, thinks of you as his cup of hot coco amongst the bright factory manufactured red and green lights! Oh, the romance!

Irony At It's Corniest

It's undeniably ironic that the person who gives you that out-of-this-world feeling (that you swear, if you could bottle and sell you'd be a millionaire) and makes you strong, is in fact your weakness.

So ... be his or her, favorite hello & hardest goodbye

Inhale Love, Exhale Hate ... & have some cookies

the only kinda  monster  people should be