But they're just afraid of something they can't understand

First song. And I love it. I knew I would. Deaded. That's all.

Oh that isn't all, I want the rest of the soundtrack now! I'm sure I'll love it just as much as the others. It's weird, I wanted to dislike Bruno Mars for the longest, he just struck me as that little weirdo who thinks he's hot because his voice doesn't match his body, and that tries to get with girls twice his size. But his voice pulled me in, I couldn't resist "Just The Way You Are"... I am female. He's talented, he won me over even more at the VMAs with his thing for Amy Winehouse, and then the weekend my sister and her future mother-in-law were in town, I found out that older women are smitten by this little thing. I mean by him. My mom and step mom knew who he was when he came on the radio, and got really excited. I had no clue what was going on. Then throughout the journey of our day we stopped at a Nordstroms Rack, and my mom zeroed in on the CD display. I bent down and went: *sad face* "sorry mom... I see everyone but Bruno here." And then of course Beyonce's cover grabbed my attention and I picked it up, only to of course uncover little Bruno just behind. So the whole day in the car was spent listening to his album. A few sing-a-longs ensued, and here we are just a few weeks later. I like Bruno Mars. He's now completely won me over by contributing to Twimania. He's a sweet little thing. But stop getting caught with cocaine in Vegas.

Cause there'll be no sunlight

if I lose you, baby

There'll be no clear skies

if I lose you, baby

Just like the clouds,

My eyes will do the same if you walk away

Everyday, it will rain

The Red Line

"What do you really think of me?" she dared herself to ask.

Wow. What a brave question.

"I mean, no bullshit." She said, surprising me , "You can say anything you want, just…I can take it. I want to know."

I sat back in my chair, folding my hands and resting them on my chest, letting her stew for a moment while I let my eyes wander over her. She waited, endlessly, as if she were being mentally tortured.

"You are good." I began, "But you want to be bad. Not very bad, just slightly. You think of yourself as plain and nothing extraordinary. You prefer being in the background, behind the scenes. You hate lots of attention. You're very smart and that scares you. Your brain keeps stupid boys away so you believe yourself undesirable. You are extremely sensual and curious and want to explore your desires but have not had a chance to do so. You are warm and loving. Your body is gorgeous. Your touch is soft and shy, and innocent. Your voice is deep and throaty and sexy as hell."

She had tears in her eyes, hearing my assessment. She said nothing but just looked at me in wonder.

"Oh." I added, "And you are a klutz and talk too much."

These are my footprints,
so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints
never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint,
for now I have wings.
These tiny footprints were meant
for other things.

tattoo in progress for Christian ♥

me

Love was the former owner
But quiet is renting our house
It ceases my lips from speaking
But forms a sarcastic smile
Suspense now raised one of your eyebrows
You asked me if there's someone else
I replied yes, hell yes

You asked if it's another man, I said no
You laughed and say is it a woman, I say yes
Surprisingly you ask me for honey's name

And her name is me