What you read is what you get.....
“We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. But that doesn’t diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives.”
Unknown (via inspyrred)
“People ask me why I keep on loving you when it’s clear that you don’t feel the same way for me. The problem is that as much as I can’t force you to love me I can’t force myself to stop loving you.”
(via staree)
“Sometimes I get too blind to see the beauty in the songs I sing - and I am grateful for the re-learning.”
Jason Mraz
“I wish you’d hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don’t have a choice but I still choose you.”
The Civil Wars - Poison and Wine (via closertothefurthest)
Beautiful Mess by Jason Mraz
You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I’ve been reading
Your style is quite selective,
Though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
That this is just what happiness is
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don’t mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
‘Cause here we are, here we are
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I’m paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging
And what a beautiful mess, yes it is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, here we are
We’re still here
What a beautiful mess, this is
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is “Yes”
Through, timeless words and priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we, tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today. Oh the way it was so worth it!
“Artist Christopher Locke has made ‘modern fossils’ by hand, everything from cassettes and floppy disks to Nintendo and joysticks. They represent pieces of modern technology that almost has become “extinct” in these days because of improved technology.”
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“Dear Bob Dylan, The next time you make a Xmas Album, please consider - “Nog, nog, noggin’ on Heaven’s Door.”
I got this video from Jason Mraz blog….
