I’m not waiting any longer..
I’m not waiting any longer..
She was a ghost writer for years before she finally decided to go solo as an artist. Her distinct voice and candid lyrics have garnered her lots of admiration and attention by the music community and fans alike. She makes heartbreak sound good, and has a way of conveying many female thoughts and emotions with simplicity and ease. This collaboration she did with the British electronic music band “clean bandit” is genius and the amazing end result speaks for itself.
And of course a great acoustic cover from the male perspective by Boyce Avenue that I’m totally obsessed with.
And the remix..
You never took “no” for an answer and you didn’t get discouraged when I tried walking away. I was a broken mess when you found me, but you told me the most beautiful people usually are. When I tried to keep my distance you pursued my friendship with a fierceness and determination I’d never felt before. You have defended me in my absence, protected me in my presence, held me in my anger, made me laugh through my tears and taught me to take pride in my weaknesses, because were it not for them, I would have never found my strength. You’re not scared to hurt my feelings with the truth or call me out when I’m not doing the same for you. You’re a true ride or die and I’m so thankful for you today! Happy “dirty thirty” Perl! You are everything and more! I love you so very much! Xoxo
Were they just like me or was I just like them?
Was I the poison or was I the cure? ..
The betrayer or betrayed?
I find myself searching for those answers among the wreckage of broken and tattered memories I have stowed away.
because it’s all I have left of them..
Small tokens of devotion to prove they were once here and I was once loved. Handwritten love letters, old perfume bottles, pictures in mirrored frames, trinkets from past travels and jewelry I’ll never wear again. All of it shoved away in secrets nooks and crannies all around my bedroom, next to a bed that’s seen and heard all my dirty secrets. Drawers full of men’s shirts that feel more like memorabilia, instead of the hopeful incentives of love they gave, that I never returned. Small mementos I haven’t laid eyes on in in so long, but can’t seem to do away with. So I let them continue to linger on around me as reminders of what was and what could’ve been.
Always mourning because I’m always missing someone or something; it’s the only constant I’ve ever truly known.
Maybe I knew what I was doing when I did it, but maybe I did it just to prove that I could. Deep down I knew none of them could’ve ever changed me or saved me. It was wrong of me to even let them try. I thought I needed them to cure the loneliness, but I learned that loving them made me the loneliest I’d ever been. I’m not a woman that longs for commitments and happy endings. I’m not waiting for Prince Charming to come to save me, because I know I am happiest when I am free.
Those I loved were only beautiful backroads. They eventually led to dead ends, but it never stopped me from venturing down them; all the while enjoying the scenery, the company and the ride.
I loathe the pain that comes with all tragic endings, but I think I’m too addicted to new beginnings to stop now. I’m a glutton for punishment and an adrenaline love junkie. I’ll always need the passion and suspense, the danger and the lust. A thirst only new love can quench.
Friends tell me to choose one, keep one, love one, but they don’t realize it’s never been just one. Maybe one exception, one preference, but still ONE of many. And the thought of confining my heart to just one man ever again, for the rest of my life..feels so suffocating, so depressing and so unnatural.
I guess I prefer the freedom I find in new love, and not the chaos past lovers waiting outside my door bring. The past wants to tie me down, but the brightness of the future always lures me to new people and experiences.
Sometimes I find myself missing them, wishing I could go back in time for one more embrace, conversation or kiss; back to a moment they held me and I felt genuine peace. My memories of them live on through beautiful music, mental pictures and passing thoughts that remind of the things we once shared or did. I wish I could remember the way I once saw them, long before the indifference set in. But I’ve learned that gaining everything and losing it, is the only way to constantly evolve in life, grow emotionally and truly remain free.
“I never meant to have to start all over”..
..but here I am yet again.
“Have you been cheap thrillin’
And free wheeling
Taking your worries and giving them up to the night?”
Baby, you may be fooling the world but you will never fool me.
What Do Women Want?
by Kim Addonizio
” I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what’s underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I’m the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment
from its hanger like I’m choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin,
it’ll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.”
“Top Gun, on my Tom Cruise
I play for keeps and I don’t lose”
“Quick to dead the bull like a matador”
“I’m Luke Skywalkin’ on these haters”
“Good things come to those that wait up
But don’t wait to jump in too long”
“Cause to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me.”
Here is the VMA performance from 2000 that catapulted Britney Spears from pop princess to icon status.
This is how the good, all American girl next door became a full fledged sex symbol overnight.
She’s been through hell and back both professionally and personally, but she’s still always managed to persevere and return to the stage an even greater force than before.
And you know why?..
..”It’s Britney, bitch.”
Aliya Janell and Joie Chavez are my absolute favorite dancers right now! Aliya is the choreographer and main teacher for Queens N’ lettos based in L.A. She opens up the video front and center, setting the tone for the rest of the video.
Joie is a profession dancer and fitness model in the Los Angeles area as well. But Joie in my opinion, is the main attraction here. She’s the one in the second group, wearing black thigh highs and baseball cap. She just oozes sex appeal and confidence. I love it!
I know this video has now gone viral and has well over a million views on both Instagram and YouTube, landing them the opportunity to perform this dance live alongside Tank, at the soul train awards recently.