Carving my initials on your forehead


Jessie Ware – Photo

Love these ladies with attitude above and beyond. Put this on for an awesome morning pep feeling tomorow on your way to work/school/etc.

Also – possessive love makes great songs.



To live today, to die saying “no”

Who am I to say
That I could save the world today

Who are you
To say no

– Timo Räisänen, One Day



Sunday Beat

Protect the mind from degradation

Sow in the seeds of education
They run from us, are we that dangerous?
There’s a war in all the streets and yes the freaks must dance or die!

~Janelle Monae, Dance or Die ~


Friday Fighter Fuckit-Spirit


I’m the one today, I’m the new shit, boo, young Rapunzel
Who are you, bitch, new lunch?
I’m-a ruin you, cunt

~Azelia Banks, 212~


Direct You Into My Arms

This has been a shitty month for many people around me. To realize that you are blessed often happens in the face of disaster, either your own or someone else´s. I am blessed. Not in a feeble-empty-minded sort of a way, Thanks for Everything. That´s not me, and life is not roses, chocolate cake, sexy mother f**ers wolf whistling after you as you pass on the street, nor is it a lump of dry bread and water in prison.

It´s having people around me that leave me be as I am, it´s having people around me I want to keep as they are. I don´t want to direct them any other way than straight on, right on that path they´re on, even though I don´t always see quite the point of their path instead of mine. But that´s fine. We all find it, see them, finally.

I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

Ask him to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

~ Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Into my arms ~


Heal these blisters, Sacred Sister

Photo by GraysonGroovy


V is Very Very Extra Ordinary

Photo by Sophia Wallace, from here.

A day, a day when things are pretty bad
Don’t let it make you feel sad, the crackers were probably bad luck anyway
Can’t let your cold heart be free
When you act like you’ve got an OCD

We’ve got obsessions
You never tell me what it is that makes you strong and what it is that makes you weak.
Obsessions, Marina and the Diamonds ~



Laugh of the day


Harry Belafonte and Martin Luther King. Laughing in their awesomeness? If not, they should…

Belafonte singing and Luther saying:

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.


Regrets and mistakes


Well, the truth it fell so heavy

Like a hammer through the room

That I could choose another over her

You always said I was an actor, baby

Guess in truth you thought me just an amateur

Now you act so surprised 

To hear what you already know

And all you really had to do was ask

I´d have told you straight away

All those lies were truth

And all that was false was fact

Now you´re clawing at my throat

And you´re crying all is lost

Would you steal me from the sorrow that I earned

Shall we call this lesson learned?

~Ray Lamontagne, “Lesson Learned” ~

Everbody´s talking at me

Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.

I’m going where the sun keeps shining
Through the pouring rain