i can tell you're for real - amel

bad boys make you feel so good

but when they hurt you, you don't heal so good

love is such a rebellion

searching for your freedom in someone else's arms

you got a good thing at a bad time

and you will struggle with him before you find happiness by yourself

the storm rocks you both in harmony

and motion sickness isn't so bad anymore

lightning strikes over your thunder and rolls between your thighs

soon enough, the rain pours

and you find yourself wet all over again

this is how i'm feeling

I've been waiting to talk for so long but I should have been LISTENING.

Live & love are only 1 letter off. Does that mean in order to live we have to love or do we have to love in order to live?

Sex is the only language you speak. Consider me bilingual.

I'm gonna fall in love with you in another language because english isn't enough.

I want to have this argument in the shower, because I know you're not hearing me so this time I want you to go so deep you feel me. I want you to feel my body apologize and my mind cringe at the harm we've created outside of this steam. I want you to wash your harsh words out of my hair while I kiss the pain off your tongue. I want the soap to run over the dead skin and build new cells out of our hope. I want you to go so far inside of me that the you forget what the outside looks like. I want you to want me bare and naked, vulnerable to your touch and willing to your desire. I want to look so far into your brown eyes that your soul becomes my reflection. I want to run my brown fingers over your yellow skin and make the sweetest caramel that's only edible in heaven. I want to put my ear on your chest and give it a reason to keep beating. I want our souls to dance while we stand still in the melody of our minds' symphony. I want to make love with you , to you and inside of you. You are not half of me because you make me whole, you are half of me because we are whole together. We are one piece of eternity. Your scars make me cry and my weaknesses make you strong. I inhale you and you exhale me in the midst of our oxygen. My chest rises to your breath. The stars bow in our skies and even the deepest waves cannot match our rhythm. You enter me but I'm in you. I want to have this argument in the shower so we can't feel the tears while our fingers interlock and we make footprints in moving water. I want to have this argument in the shower so I can melt in your arms. I want to have you, in the shower, on the floor, on the countertop, in the bed and in life. I just want you. And I'll gladly give you all of me so you never have to want for anything.

my head is pounding

relationships are mirrors to who we are when we're in them. sometimes they get hectic, crazy, painful while other times are simply perfection in motion. wherever you stand in your relationship, STAND. do not let it knock you down. but don't for a minute think that i'm telling you to let your pride get in the way. sometimes, you have to get down on our knees and not in the nasty way. sometimes you have to humble yourself to the situation and the person you love. sometimes you have to let go to hold on. it's not easy, it's not fun but before you make the easy decisions or even the hard ones, make the necessary ones. calculate your risk and value your reward. just because you may consider your significant other the perfect man/woman, that doesn't necessarily mean they are perfect for you. and on the other hand, even perfect people don't make a perfect relationship. it takes work, it takes time, it takes patience, it takes a conscious effort to make a relationship work. there is no time for gray areas, there is no time for cruelty. either get it together or let someone else have a try at it.

confessions

if i could say these things to these people, here's what i'd say.

1. we aren't friends and we probably never will be. it doesn't mean i'll love you any less.

2. i would absolutely never date you but i can still see why she loves you so much.

3. my definition of beauty changes every day, but you're ugly and that stays the same.

4. i used to be mad at you but now i don't even give a f.ck. yet, i'm still trying to figure out what's worse.

5. i can't see myself with anyone but you but then again i didn't see myself with you before either.

6. you had to die so i could live. i owe you one. and so does he.

7. how far do you think your love is going to carry you?

8. it's not that i don't speak, it's that i don't speak to you.

9. why would i compete with you when i know i'm better?

10. i will not forgive you. i never want to forget how you made me feel so i make sure no one ever makes me feel that way again. but all in all, thank you.

11. you're weak but i love you and your weak ass, b.tch.

12. i might make the wrong decisions sometimes but at least, i'm woman enough to make my own damn decisions. now you on the other hand can come up with your own thoughts instead of borrowing everyone else's.

13. i love you.

14. i just hate you.

15. i don't do apologies so i don't need yours.

alvin and the chipmunks

don't take yourself too seriously

haiti

as citizens of the world, i think it is appropriate and necessary to give what we can to those who need it. everyday i think of the shameful ways i spend my money and my time. we could each be doing more. sometimes, i think people don't help because they can't relate to tragedy which is understandable but still not acceptable. giving back is the only way we pay the earth for being kind enough to let us exist in the first place.

i get emotional just thinking of the possibility of a tragic earthquake hitting my own country. so please, research on your own and donate.

www.cnn.com

www.yele.org

my time will come

i found my wedding song. now it's time to find my husband or maybe

it's time for my husband to find me.

step out on faith

when in doubt, stand still. at least until something moves you.

addicted.

you filter through me like ashes

and you blow my mind like smoke through my nostrils

but you are nothing more than cancer in my veins

making me weaker with each step

i need an IV just to replenish what i've lost in your kisses, in your hugs, in your touch

my best friends have become my nurses

bathing me in my own tears and feeding me confidence

since falling in love with you, they've since tried to peel me off the floor

i have scrapes on my knees from begging you or God to give this an honest chance

and dating is going to be the death of me because i'm allergic to every man but you

my clothes are falling off the curves your hands once made
and being skinny is a white girl's dream and a black girl's nightmare
so i can't even sleep anymore

your kiss shook like an earthquake rattling my bones and collapsing my thoughts

and your touch opened my floodgates and flooded my walls

needless to say, i've drowned in you and our relationship floats like rubble in seas we can no longer reach

they resuscitate me but i need your oxygen to make my own

im too weak to stand but the memories of me dancing in your footprints interrupt my consciousness

and i die in arms i don't recognize

and live in spaces that aren't mine

i die in moments that once were true

i live in only you

flatline.

just a reminder

"every time you mispronounce my name, I hate you a little bit more"

love conquers all?

it's been embedded in our minds that love conquers all. newsflash, it doesn't. love brings you to the front door of the rest of your life. love gives you the hope to stick it out. but it is patience that reminds you to stay calm. it is compassion that compels you to keep giving even when you think you have nothing left to give. it is trust that keeps you believing in a person when the whole world tells you not to.

if love doesn't need titles then why do we? are we so worried about pleasing society that pleasing our partner escapes us? Does the word title ease the pain? Does the title make you hold him a little tighter before you leave for work in the morning? Or does the title make you feel a little more secure? Does it make him more loyal in reality or only in your head?

Here's what I'm saying. I'm more worried about loving you, because I'm the only one who won't call you my boyfriend. I just call you by your name.

zoe kravitz

isn't she a cutie pie?

Daughter of Lenny Kravitz and Lisa Bonet

Lisa Bonet

Lenny Kravitz

girls just wanna have fun

mama said we'd be famous

but never forget who you came with

kiss the boys and make them cry

and live your life inside the lines

go to bed but dare don't sleep

if you play to win, play for keeps

birds of a feather soar high together

so don't u dare fall from your pedestal baby girl, don't you ever

domestics in the street

fake dialogue

her: did u sleep with my man, yes or no?

me: no..ok well maybe...but he loves you

it never went down like that but it was pretty funny imagining it did

sometimes i'm rude

kiss my ass and make it fat. thank you.

action

my friends are the best performers on this stage I call life

what the f.ck do you know about saving face?

finish this sentence

I believe in...letting go

He inspires me...to love myself more

It feels like God...forgets who I am sometimes

All I need is...time

My favorite picture is...the one I haven't taken yet

A genie...couldn't grant me enough wishes

Emotions...run high but walk slow

Wild horses...couldn't hold me back

Kissing me...is just a comma in a lifetime of paragraphs

Tall men...don't make me feel short at all

Suicide...sometimes seems reasonable

Facebook...isn't a book at all

I don't...doubt my abilities, I doubt yours

Lies... make the truth taste bitter

He's...a good man until he's your man

favorite love scenes

Rosario Dawson and Will Smith in Seven Pounds

her: let's play the what if game...what if I get a heart? what if I have time?

him: What if we have kids? What if we get married? I love you.

her: I love you.


(you're going to have to catch it on OnDemand...i tried)

Keira Knightley and James McAvoy in Atonement

some love runs so deep that not even distance and time can break the bond

Sanaa Lathan and Omar Epps in Love and Basketball

her: play me

him: for what?

her: your heart

I think it's rare to capture love on a screen for thousands when it's only meant for two people.

the beauty of something intangible made tangible through art, seduction and passion honestly

leaves me baffled. I can't help but wonder that if my moments of vulnerability were captured,

would my body be that honest or that beautiful? Would my love be brutal or kind? Could the

viewers taste my willingness to become a part of another human being? Could you see how

deep my love went or could you hear it in my moans? Could my love be captured for the world to

see in flashes across a screen? I can't imagine the most intimate part of me being

broadcasted but I do find comfort in knowing that every love, no matter how similar is unique

in its own right.

make love. just be sure to gather 
the right ingredients first. smooches.

nevis and ethiopia

africa's babies are so precious.

I love her and there are so many reasons why.

just in case you forgot

if I don't quote it, I wrote it.

venting.

rationally speaking, it's not right to hit the girl your man cheats on you with. however, emotions are far from rational and i feel that if you warned her the first time, if she comes back for a second time, then all bets are off for me being rational.

you have got to be weak to play a part in damaging a relationship other than your own, so weak that you're sleeping with someone else's man instead of being strong enough to find one for yourself.

you are the equivalent of back up flats that girls carry to the club. yes, you do come in handy when we have a disagreement or when i don't feel like dealing with his bullsh.t but you get NO SHINE my dear. he doesn't invest in you, you are not unique and guess what? there are a thousand others just like you for exactly twelve dollars and ninety nine cents.

i, on the other hand invest in my relationships, if i even choose to call it that. i put my little heart, soul and wallet into the relationships that i deem worthy. so yes, if and when i found out that a scallywag tramp is involved and knew about me all along, f.ck being rational.

and i understand that we all have to accept responsibility in the situation as well. i clearly chose the wrong man, but sister girl, too bad for her that she chose the wrong b.tch.

i'm going to whoop. that. ass.

oh and don't think for a second, that he's not gonna withstand the boiling rage of my disgust either. it's going to be worse for him.

after you have sacrificed so much and given so much of yourself to a particular situation, whether it's a relationship, a job or a family, when you see it all crumble in front of you, your emotionally driven and morally unaware of right and wrong. it's called temporary insanity.

back to the scallywag tramp...she should have called me to tell me how trifling he is instead of calling him. that might have saved her from the pending beatdown. and though she has no loyalty to me, we are all equally responsible for our destinies. is it ok for her to risk my life with possible stds but it's not ok for me to go upside her head that has a brain she's not making use of?

i'm just saying, we can be as political as we want to be. love is based on raw emotion, not rationale.

now just wait, till i catch that b.tch in the street.

"i'm a beat her ass like a f.ckin drumstick." - Lil Wayne.

straight to the point.

sometimes you disgust me.

i shook his hand in the club

I hate when you go to the club and even though there are hundreds of people there, you can only see one.

buzzkiller.

get me two shots of henny.

i want to be so numb that i forget how good he feels and how much better he looks.

yes bartender, i drink dark liquor. get me my drinks.

i dance the night away in my see through chiffon top, skin tight black leggings and royal blue boots. i dance until the room becomes a blur but every time i pick my head up, I see his face. he's trying to have a good time but i can see glimpses of distress on his face. they're only like a second long, practically unnoticeable by the untrained eye. but even in the haze of my liquor and my emotions, i am still trained in human science. and whether it works in our favor or not, no book can tell me about the behavior i've lived with for a year and a half. it's simple. i know him and i know what he's thinking, but one thing is for sure, he's still baffled by me. he knows me well but i know him better. it can be a gift and a curse for both of us.

and kudos to the people around us who sprang the news on me that i was in a relationship, when it's been over. rumors are always late. even if just by a minute, they are always AFTER the fact. but the only two people who are aware of the truth are the two people who decides what the truth is. dancing my way through the reggae section, i move from sadness to anger with every roll of my hips and every roll of his eyes. i want my time back, i want my sacrifice back. i want all of the intangible items back and as for the tangible ones, they're just too real a reminder that something was there.

the last song plays and i wiggle my way out the club. as hurt and as mad as i am, it hits me that he's feeling the same way. and instead of fixing it, i just shook his hand in the club. bad move baby girl, bad move.

Single - Lil Wayne

uh, Camo shorts and bubba Kush,
we can talk she’d rather fuss,
this and that bout such and such,
damn where is the f-cking trust,
im tired of the hoop and holler’n,
Im bout to take the coupe to collins,
uh, then take a female to the Island,
uh then take her clothes off and do the honours,
yeah now she hearing with them other b-tches,
yeah, I told her mind her f-cking business,
sh-t she prol out here f-cking n-ggas,
im f-cking her friends now her friends aint even f-cking with her,
damn she text me all day and night,
so pissed off she aint even spelling sh-t right,
i text her back, tell her its life,
now somebody tell them hoes, I’m single for the night,

chorus

yeah Im single,
n-gga had to cancel that b-tch like nino,
i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me,
and I’m single,
yeah Im single,
and Im single,
tonite Im single
and i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me,
tonite,

[Verse 2]
Dreads braided to the back,
im chilling but my swag on full attack,
and my girl acting like a brat,
so when she call, i don’t answer I just write her back,
she hate it when I do that sh-t,
and I when get home she go through my sh-t,
she call numbers back to see who that is,
man I hate it when she do that sh-t,
polo t-shirt, polo draws,
now make me take this polo off,
girl you can get broken off,
yeah I f-ck you for an hour than I smoke it off,
swimming trunks and bathing suits,
they go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth,
dont wanna fuss, aint tryna fight,
man somebody tell em hoes I’m single for the night,

[Chorus]

yeah Im single,
n-gga had to cancel that b-tch like nino,
i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me,
and I’m single,
yeah Im single,
and Im single,
tonite Im single
and i aint trippin on nothin,
im sipping on somethin,
and my homeboy say he got a bad b-tch for me,
tonite,

[Verse 3]
Uhh, now she got on her f-ck em dress,
and I got on my double breast,
uh, and he been fussing all day with her,
and I make her feel special like a place kicker,
she wanna be weezy f baby sitter,
say she wish she could cut my d-ck off and take it with her,
I say hold on,
she say she just playing,
then I falls in that p-ssy like quick sand,
uh, hot sex and cold wine,
she left that n-gga hanging like a clothes line,
i cut my phones off, both lines,
its bout to get nasty, pork rinds,
she came hard both times,
we both say we single,
and we both lying,
we both wrong but it feel right,
put your hands up if you single for the night,
put your hands up if you single.