“Well, she lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she’s left behind

It’s all about the exposure
The lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She’s ripping wings off of butterflies

Keep your feet on the ground
When your head’s in the clouds

Well, go get your shovel
And we’ll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

Go get your shovel
And we’ll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out

But it was a trick and the clock struck twelve
Well, make sure to build your heart
Brick by boring brick
Or the wolf’s gonna blow it down

Keep your feet on the ground
When your head’s in the clouds

Well, go get your shovel
And we’ll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

Go get your shovel
And we’ll dig a deep hole
And we’ll bury the castle, bury the castle

Well, you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah, you built up a world of magic

If it’s not real
You can’t hold it in your hand
You can’t feel it with your heart
And I won’t believe it

But if it’s true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that’s where I want to be, yeah

Go get your shovel
And we’ll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

Go get your shovel
And we’ll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle” ~Paramore

I relate to this very well…

The Mirror Has Two Faces quote/monolog:

“This is the scene at my sister’s wedding.

She’s getting drunk, regretting that she got married for the third time.

My mom’s sprouting snakes from her hair in jealousy. lt was perfect …

We’ve got three feminine archetypes: The divine whore, Medusa -

- and me. What archetype am l?

- The Virgin Mary? - Thanks a lot, Trevor.

No, the faithful handmaiden. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

lt proves what Jung said all along.

Myths and archetypes are alive and well and living in my apartment.

As l stood beside the altar beside my sister and her husband to be, -

- it struck me that this ritual, a wedding ceremony, -

- is the last scene of a fairy tale. They never say what happens after.

That Cinderella drove the prince mad by obsessively cleaning the castle.

They don’t say what happens after because there is no after.

The be-all and end-all of romantic love was … Mike?

- Sex? - You have sex on the brain.

- Marriage. - But it wasn’t always like that.

The th century had ”courtly love”, which had nothing to do with sex.

The relationship between a knight and a married lady of the court …

And so they could never consummate their love.

They rose above ”going to the toilet in front of each other” love, -

- and went after something more divine.

They took sex out of the equation, leaving them with a union of souls.

Think of this. Sex was always the fatal love potion.

Look at the literature of the time.

All consummation could lead to was madness, despair or death.

Experts, scholars and my Aunt Esther are united in one belief:

True love has spiritual dimensions, while romantic love is a lie.

A myth. A soulless manipulation. And speaking of manipulation …

lt’s like going to the movies and seeing the lovers kiss …

The music swells, and we buy it, right?

So when my date kisses me, and l don’t hear strings, l dump him.

The question is, why do we buy it?

Because, myth or manipulation, we all want to fall in love.

That experience makes us feel completely alive.

Our everyday reality is shattered, and we are flung into the heavens.

lt may only last a moment, an hour, but that doesn’t diminish its value.

We’re left with memories we treasure for the rest of our lives.

l read, ”When we fall in love, we hear Puccini in our heads.”

l love that. His music expresses our need for passion and romantic love.

We listen to La Bóheme or Turandot, or read Wuthering Heights, -

- or watch Casablanca, and a little of that love lives in us too.

So the final question is: Why do people want to fall in love -

- when it can have such a short run and be so painful?

- Propagation of the species? - We need to connect with somebody.

- Are we culturally preconditioned? - Good, but too intellectual for me.

l think it’s because, as some of you may already know …

While it does last, it feels fucking great.”

~Rose

Sirens for tornado warning:

I am 100% me all of the time. I’m never fake, I never put on a show. What you see is what you get. If you’re not happy with that, don’t try changing me to fit your idea of what I should be. You will fail. It is what it is. I am who I am. Love me or leave me. Don’t fuck with my head or take me for granted either. Just say’n.

I try to remind myself of this every day….

“What you need will find you exactly when you need it. Just show up. Choose the life your Heart asks you to live.” - The Daily Love

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I am in People Magazine!!! I was interviewed about my Twilight Tattoos. They only used one of them, but I’m in there!! I believe it’s the online version of the magazine. I’m on page 8. This is the best day of my life!!! Take a look!! I’m VERY proud!!!
(check out the others too! They’re pretty amazing)

http://www.people.com/people/package/gallery/0„20541510_20541366,00.html?stitched#21072923

Once you’ve been hurt the way I have…you’re so scared to get attached again. You have a fear that every guy is going to break your heart. Then the bigger fear arrives when you actually feel something for someone again. Or see the absolute potential for developing feelings for someone. You then begin to unintentionally and subconsciously push him away or worse develop the illusion that he’s pushing you away. When really, he’s right there. Taking it slow because he doesn’t want to fuck it up. Because he actually likes you back. Yes, believe it! He likes you back. Just fucking breathe. It’s okay to give your heart to someone again. It’s okay to fall for someone again. To trust someone again. After all….and you know you believe it…Love is always a risk worth taking. The very best of adventures. Especially with the right company.

You… don’t… want me?
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 3, p.69

With shaky legs, ignoring the fact that my action was useless, I followed him into the forest. The evidence of his path had disappeared instantly. There were no footprints, the leaves were still again, but I walked forward without thinking. I could not do anything else. I had to keep moving. If I stopped looking for him, it was over. Love, life, meaning… over.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 3, p.73

The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 3, p.84

Everyone!!! My friend After Avalanche has just launched his latest works for free!! This is such a gift he’s giving!!

Click the link and check it out! He’s a GREAT talent out of Portland Oregon. My home state!!

Enjoy!!

“Here is the FREE Ep Album!! Spread the link around, share it with everyone!!! It’s FREEEEEE”-AA

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