love

Trying to love someone without
first learning to love yourself
is blinding madness.
You have to know who we are,
What do you burn for?
know your hopes, desires and dreams
Look directly at your fears, demons and denials
Then only can you ask to see the same of someone else.
And then drag those desires across each other’s skins.

Violently, until all that is left is a burning fire
fire

Don’t Remember me

You remember me?
I don’t want to be remembered.
Being remembered
makes me feel like a kite,
caught in a tree,
banging around in the wind…
all broken to sticks,
all wet, dirty string
and torn paper.
Some unreachable thing
that slipped from your hands
but still, somehow, remains yours.

Well I’m not yours.
Whoever it is you remember is gone.
Whoever you’re thinking of isn’t me
but your own past self,
squinting into the sky.
Peregrine

The Importance of Cleansing

Make Me Up

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The importance of a good cleansing routine can never be over estimated. In my line of work,  however, I come across many women who simply do not pay enough attention to this simple, yet vital, part of their beauty regimen.

Before we get into the art of developing a good cleansing routine, let’s talk about what your skin does for you, each day.

The skin is your largest organ, responsible for a multitude of functions including protection and temperature regulation. The skin also acts as a sophisticated warning system for your body.
Your skin is your first defence against external stimuli, including pollution in the atmosphere. It is therefore vital that you provide your skin with the tools to function at optimum levels to perform said functions.

Your skin has a slightly acidic pH and it is very important that you find the product that keeps the pH balance of…

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If you have ever lost a loved one to addiction

If you have ever lost a loved one to addiction, beautiful song, hope we get the chance to change lives before not in cheesy way but in a real way.

Round here they sing broken hymns
Their prayers flow better when they’re soaked in gin
The amp’s dusty and sits in the corner
By a bartender that’ll pickpocket your heart
And a jukebox that’ll steal your quarter
Bartender, please give me a confession
Exchange fear for courage in the form of a well drink
There’s a heavy current, got a long way to swim
Closed the Bible a while ago, I need some shots for this sin
Hail Mary, come with me, feel like Pac when it hits
Got some fire in my belly and a riot in the gut
Bushmills for a band-aid, the sweet taste of blood
Then I might actually feel something if I don’t cover it up
Watch their faces, familiar places
Even if they haven’t left the vinyl booth that they stayed in
The motel next door, a sign that reads vacant
And a truth that’s so strong I’d be a fool not to chase it
But yet, I’m a fool and I stay here
Hope these problems drown themselves, I die in wait here
One more, four more, fuck it a night cap
Service starts at 5 tomorrow and I’ll be right back

[Hook: Allen Stone]
Underneath this fragile frame
Lives a battle between pride and shame
But I’ve misplaced that sense of fright
This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine
But listen closely as I testify
Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
I read the Bible, but I forgot the verses
The liquor store is open later than the church is
Pured by their imperfections, everything that’s burning
To Hell with the confessions, all the “Lord Have Mercy’s”
Blessed in holy water, listen, oh Holy Father
Have you ever smelled flesh that sweats out Monarch vodka?
11 AM in the morning and you can’t get it off ya
Callin’ to the preacher but it’s like the pastor isn’t talking
Until the store opens I can re-up on that doctrine
The people close to me say that I’m in need of a doctor
Think that I got a problem but these are not apostles
This is the drink of the Lord, that’s according to my gospel
Open to interpretation, if you’re judgin’ I don’t want it
I got sins that scold like my throat when I hit the bottle
And I’m sinking and that’s why I keep on drinking
I need a refill, far more than once every weekend
Sweet Jesus, I’m getting amnesia
Shaking til I get a taste, my faith is having seizures
Every time I walk away and try to leave it
Every time I walk away and try to leave it

[Bridge: Macklemore]
Wouldn’t miss it for the world
Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church
Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel
Spend it all searching for God at the Neon Cathedral

[Bridge: Macklemore]
Wouldn’t miss it for the world
Baptized my vices and the bar is my church
Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel
Spend it all searching for God, Neon Cathedral
Neon Cathedral

[Hook: Allen Stone]
Underneath this fragile frame
Lives a battle between pride and shame
But I’ve misplaced that sense of fight
This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine
But listen closely as I testify
Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night

Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night
Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night

The Past.

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“Beautiful Pain”
(feat. Sia)

[Intro: Eminem and Sia]
I can feel the heat rising
Everything is on fire
Today’s a painful reminder of why
We can only get brighter
The further you put it behind ya
And right now I’m on the inside
Looking out, cause

[Hook: Sia]
I’m standing in the flames
And it’s a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find a light, find a light, find a light
Standing in the flames
And it’s a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find a light, find a light, find a light

[Verse 1:]
Yesterday was the tornado warning, today is like the morning after
Your world is torn in half.
You wake and let’s wait to start the morning process
Rebuilding and you’re still a work in progress.
Today is a whole new chapter, it’s like an enormous ass.
The thunderstorm has passed ya.
Your weather didn’t poke his eyes out with the thorn bush that you used to smell the roses.
Stopped to inhale, can’t even tell your nose is stuffed.
So focused on the bright side.
Then you floor the gas pedal and hit the corner fast,
The more asserted, never looking back, may hit the curb,
But everyday is a new learning curve as you steer through life.
Sometimes you might not wanna swerve but you have to to avert a disaster.
Lucky, no permanent damage,
‘Cause they hurt you so bad.
It’s like they murdered your ass and threw dirt on your casket,
But you returned from the ashes.
And that hurt that you have, you just converted to gasoline,
And while you’re burning the past, standing at inferno and chant

[Hook: Sia]

[Verse 2:]
So familiarize what having to swallow this pill is like
It happens all the time, they take your heart and steal your life
And it’s as though you feel you’ve died because you’ve been killed inside
But yet you’re still alive which means you will survive
Although today you may weep because you’re weak and
Everything seems so bleek and hopeless
The light that you’re seeking, it begins to seep in
That’s the only thing keeping you from leaping off the motherfreaking deep end
And I’m pulling for you to push through this feeling
And with a little time that should do the healing
And by tomorrow you may even feel so good that you’re willing
To forgive them even after all that shit you been put through.
This feeling of resilience is building.
And the flames are burning quick as fire would through this building you’re sealed in
But you’re fireproof, and flame retardant you withstood it.
And as you climb up to the roof you’re just chillin’ and you look down
‘Cause you’re so over them you could put the heel of your foot through the ceiling.

As time passes, things change everyday
But wounds, wounds heal
But scars still remain the same
But tomorrow today’s gone down in flames
Throw the match, set the past up ablaze

So feel the fire beneath your feet
As you barely even perspire from the heat
Exhale deep and breathe a sigh of relief
And as you say goodbye to the grief
It’s like watching the walls melt in your prison cell
But you’ve extinguished this living hell
Still a little piece of you dies, you scream

[Hook: Sia]

[Sia:]
I feel the burn, watch the smoke as I turn rising,
A phoenix from the flames
I have learned, from fighting fights, that weren’t mine
Not with fists, but with wings that I will fly