THAT AMOUNTS FOR ANOTHER WEEK ON MY OWN.

Now I'm a novel made resourceful. I start a chain with my thought. Talk is cheap, my darling, When you're feeling right at home. I wanna make you move with confidence..

.. I wanna be with you alone.

BET YOU GOT IT ALL PLANNED RIGHT..

Bet you never worry
Never even feel a fright
Bet you got it all planned right
Never fit to worry
Never even feel a fright.

Single sleeps alone
And I know you don't really mind
Five years by your side
So I know you really don't mind


For those of you who need more, there's also a Diplo mix!

EVERY MINUTE PASSES LIKE AN HOUR.

Current mood.

LOVE.

I love you

I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

i used to feel alright.

Life is hard. Spit in your face, punch ya in the gut, and a little bit more. No good time is actually good, it's a temporary time to forget about all the suckiness. People around me aren't in good health, things in my house are breaking, I'm being pushed to my limits, working overtimes and weekends, I'm getting yelled at and relationships are all over the place. I'm hearing the worst of things, and trying to hold myself and everyone else together. Vet bills are expensive, and so are groceries..

Then, I heard this song. Took me to a temporary time, to forget. Oh man, forgetting is the best. Go ahead. No shame in crying on the dance floor.

CLOSED DOORS.

Closed. Open. The door swings.
In comes you, breath short, he brings
Himself in asking how are you's and what's and where's
Long gazes and questions with blank stares
Opened. Close. The door swings.
Thought maybe I missed the phone rings
New and improved, tired and lost
Forgot
Mood shot
And what not
And who not
And who's new
And new shoes
And issues
And what have you's and misuse and wrong choices and right choices
And loud voices and mixed noises
Stumbles and falls and missed calls.
Closed. Open. The door slams.
Remember which way and how fast we ran
Remember which borders and which trips and all that shit
Throwin' fits, bloggin hits and all just to open.. and close.
My back hurts, the world is heavy.
Work hard, be ready.
Anonymous texts have already started.
She's terrified from the last time you parted.
The door's yours. The floor's yours.
You have, the floor.
Say what you mean, mean what you say. Be a better you. I'm bettering me.
Opened. Close. Closed. Open. Opened. Closed. Opened.

Stand up. Land on your feet.
Stop the door, it creaks.
Open.
Close.
Op-

SLOW SANGIN AND FLOWER BRINGIN'.

Some people are born with it, and maybe she was, but Kalliane is also constantly putting an amazing amount of time and work into her craft. If you haven't witnessed it yet (and even if you have!), this piece will make you adore her that much more. Her creativity is always inspiring. Watched this artist in awe.

le bar me laissant seul

Que le ciel me tombera sur la tête, et que l'alcool me manquera.. Ca plane pour moi..

WATCH YOU FROM AFAR.. I JUST CAN'T STOP

There are certain people that come into your life. And they just hook you. They hook you.

I've been on a love tornado for years. And I remember where the storm started. It was at a party. I just knew this guy was it. We've had ups, and oh lord, we've had downs. We've broken up and found each other again. He got really sick and told me he wanted me to take care of him, and I just.. I just knew that I wanted to take care of him for forever. Something about his voice on the phone, you know. Just that voice that tells you they need you. It feels so crazy to be needed. I never want that feeling to fade.


So. As the tornado continues, there are songs that simulate the feelings he gave me, and the feelings he gives me. This song is it. This song makes me hope that the storm never clears.

.. and if suddenly i die, i hope they will say..

I'll write you into all of my songs.

.. cuz' we're going downtown. And we feel like running around. Is it really this fun when you're on my mind?

WHO WAS THIS GUY?!

I remember being so blown away by who you were and what I saw you to be in such a quick moment of time that it seemed that the facts of our meeting, in the words of Brock Travis, were completely inconsequential to the amount of feeling that I felt in the moment, and that I needed to pay attention, and.. I did.

GIVE ME TWO WEEKS, YOU WON'T RECOGNIZE HER.

I know it hurts.
You know, I'd put you first.
I can fuck you better than her.
You say you want me, I say you'll live without it, unless you're the only one who instigates.
Got your mouth, open your high.

Suck me up, I'm healin' for the shit you're dealin',
High, motherfucker, got your mouth open, you know you're mine.

TOO ORIGINAL

Um. So can someone introduce me to Elliphant? I think I may be in love with her.

YESSSSSS!!!!!!!! BYE FOREVER LISTENING TO THIS ON LOOP BYE

BEEN TO A FEW OF THESE PARTIES..

Just don't move too fast, I'm too crazy.

Norf norf.

SINCE YOU ASKED..

Going down, everybody has to cheat a day sometimes.
Everybody has to go dealing with the past but -
since you asked.

I'm a grown up now
I'm wasting my youth looking for you
What can we do?
We're perfect for each other?
Never need no other.

Take me down, do you feel the way I think you do
Tell me what you're going through, well it won't last
Since you asked.

We're above it now
We did what we did
Nothing but kids, nothing to give to each other
Baby, please believe.

LET'S GET AWAY.

Thanks for the times, Kallz.

BITCH YOU THIRSTY, PLEASE GRAB A SPRITE.

Is Staples from the North End?! Because.. forreal. Anthem.

PLEASE DON'T PANIC, PRETTY LADY.

Everybody's working for the weekend.

Later, losers.

It's a small town without you
It feels cold, it's creepin'
I'm moving on, I look ahead instead

Spirit divide, drift alone
I waved her goodbye, I carried on
Dreams pass, my black dress
Folded on a big mess
I'm changing my next flight to Paris

Need a ride?

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE FLOWERS.

We all have our nights though, don’t be so ashamed.

I’ve had mine, you’ve had yours, we both know.

WHOEVER DROPPED THE R KELLY BOMB,

Rude.

What are you trying to do to us?! Geeze.

Sentiment's the same but the pair of feet change

I know my words will dry upon the skin
Just like a name I remember hearing
Wild winter, warm coffee
Mom's gone, do you love me?
Blazing summer, cold coffee
Baby's gone, do you love me?

Wrap me in your arms
I can't feel it but
Wrap me in your arms
I can't feel it but

Get up, get down
Get up, get down
Feel the turn of rotation and stop
See the next one waiting
Get up, get down
Get up, get down
Get up

OR SO THE STORY GOES..

WE MAKE OUR CHOICES AND THEN OUR CHOICES MAKE US.

And everything is shit right now.

And everyone is shit right now.

And I'm shit right now.

So, goodbye.

better than her.

ALABAMA SHAKES.

HOPE I OUTLIVE THEM RED ROSES.

I stayed up waitin', anticipatin', and pacin'

Well shit at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more, but that's not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancing all night
Then they took you away, stole you out of my life
You just need to remember....

I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember, oh baby ooh
I will love you 'til the end of time

EVERY OTHER FRECKLE.

You’re the first and last of your kind
Pull me like an animal out of a hole
I wanna be every lever you pull
And all showers that shower you
Gonna paw paw at you
Like a cat paws at my woolen jumper
Be your Minpin
And borrower of handsome trivia

Devour me.

Deeper down.

Under your dresser
Right by your ear
It's creeping in sweetly
It's definitely here
There's nothing more deadly
Than slow growing fear

ON THE OTHER SIDE

HABITS.

You're gone and I gotta stay
High all the time
To keep you off my mind
High all the time
To keep you off my mind
Spend my days locked in a haze
Trying to forget you babe
I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life
To forget I'm missing you

Staying in my play pretend
Where the fun ain't got no end
Can't go home alone again
Need someone to numb the pain

"ALL GOOD STORIES HAVE A SAD PART."

There's some sad to my making. It took a lot of sad to get here.

And it just keeps on getting sadder, boy, oh, boy.

.. but all good stories have a sad part.. so I was told.

I fell in love once.

LION BABE - Wonder Woman

Production by Pharrell (Always kills it.)

HEART WON'T STOP.

I LOST MYSELF A LONG TIME AGO.

And I don't know where I went.
Or who I am.
Or what's right.
Or where to go.
Or where to stand.
Or where to cry.
Or where to yell.
Or where to whisper.
Or if I should call.
Or if I should respond.
Or if it's all true.
Or if I can trust anybody.
Or if it's all a dream.
Or if this is real.
Or if I'm here.
Or if I'm gone.

Or.. if I'm just fading.
Fading away slowly.




To nothingness.


Where all of my blood travels through my body in the slowest motion, because it too, can't move.
I can't move. I can't sleep. I can't breathe.

Abusing weekends as a mental escape. Or.. a mental shift.

Because it's all real, I think, and it's all here, I think, and it's all love, I think.

Or..

...

Just.



:(

Superman

WELL.

I sure do cry a lot.

I'll be alone, dancing you know it, baby.

Missing boo.

LIVE LONG AND PROSPER.

RICH GIRL YEAR.

February 20th was harder than Valentine's Day.

..for some people.

I clean when I'm blue.

CAN WE PRETEND?

Let's pretend I ain't your friend, so we can get it on again. Let's pretend we never met, a good excuse to play forget. Let's pretend you never lied, so I can give it up all night. Swallow my pride and learn to forgive, when I'm looking for love I pretend it's you.

MAKE IT FEEL GOOD.

SAD GIRL.

He's got the fire and he talks with fame.

CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF..

I actually have no idea what I'm doing.

A LOVE LETTER FROM JOHNNY CASH TO JUNE.

Happy birthday.

FRIDAY FEELS.

THE CURLS.

Wore my natural curl for the first time in a long time. No straightener, no straightening conditioner,  just shampoo. This is the result.

CURRENT MOOD:

UGH.

I don't want to know any more. I get it. I meant nothing. I was just a game. I GET IT. Please stop texting me.

I'm drowning.

ADD THIS SONG TO YOUR "SAD FOLDER".

Been listening to this one all day on loop. Hits me right in the feels.

I don't understand.

I'm not the bad one here, leave my shit alone. Middle finger to the haters, grip on my balls.

CRY AWAY OR DANCE AWAY.

WON'T GIVE UP.

FUCK BOYS.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TEXT HIM!"

- an inner battle I faced today that I came dangerously close to losing. What's a phone call though?

I don't wanna date a fuck boy. You know how easy it is to get boys?! Suuuuuuper easy. All you gotta do is look at 'em. And they're all ready to slurp your face and grab your butt. I don't want a fuck boy though. I want to dance like an idiot with my man and have make out sessions in the morning while we recover from last night's booze adventure to some Netflix. I don't want to date these ignant fucks who tell me my butt's cute. Only my boyfriend is allowed to tell me my butt's cute, okay? And I don't have a boyfriend, so step off, fuck face.

I am not a toy.

Gawdddddd.. if you were lonely for New Year's, don't worry, Valentine's Day is just around the corner, and these boys be thirsty. Yayyyyyyy.

(Not.)

Cause you're the only one who resonates that chase, open mouth like ahh.

I know it hurts. You know I quench that thirst. I can fuck you better than her.

You say you want me. I say you'll live without it. Unless you're the only one who instigates. Get your mouth open, you're high.

Higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover. Flying like a streamer thinking of new ways to do each other.
Pull out of the incisor, give me two weeks, you won't recognize her. Mouth open, you're high.

ONE MONTH TIL FEBRUARY.

There was once a fire to her, and it used to shine so bright.