Hedley - Gunnin'

This song has so many different meanings for me. I can't even begin to explain-I rather not. That's how much it speaks for me. Enjoy

Lease.

He's found his way into my veins again, in fetal position, snoozing. I hear the crack of my bones as they try to find space to hold him in. But he's not easy to carry anymore. The design of his long lost home doesn't do anything for him anymore. He just destroys what now lives inside this flesh, this anatomy.

Lady Gaga - Marry The Night

The skit in the beginning of this song is amazing. THIS is the Gaga I fell in love with.

All I wanna do is .. .

Leann Rimes- Probaly Wouldn`t Be This Way

Little soul.

in order to experience anything at all, the exact opposite of it will appear. "It is a great gift," God said, "because without it, you could not know what anything is like. You could not know Warm without Cold, Up without Down, Fast without Slow. You could not know Left without Right, Here without There, Now without Then."

It`s true.

I guess these mix of emotions are normal under the circumstances. But seriously, I`m done thinking I wasn`t enough, I could have been better, I should have done more. It`s true.. `why in the world would I want to be with somebody who does not want to be with me` I know I have scars, tons of them. I know I sometimes continue to scrap my knees and I can be a walking mess from time to time. But I am enough.

Sugarland - Stay

Birdy -Terrible Love

Bittersweet.

I have picked up some bad habits through the years. Pulling on tobacco as frequently as I take in fresh air. Taking a toke off my favorite plant everyday, binging on love, and drinking a little too much. But I never imagined having consequences as heartfelt as the one that sits in the pit of my stomach at this very moment. I never ever thought too much of a good thing could be bad. Over excessive attention on anything that is not in my core: Has bitter`d my soul a little. You could say i`m resentful. Resentful that for you, for you bad habit, I was ready to conquer it all, give it everything I have to give. Yet, for my self healing, and personal growth: I would never trade in this much of my ways for better tomorrow`s. I guess there`s some bad habits that are hard to kill. You`re gonna be the biggest, baddest of them all.

Adem Levine feat. Wiz Khalifa - Payphone

Foolish

I can`t help but laugh. Maybe try to find some humor in all of this distress. Laugh like the joke I feel I have told. Maybe somewhere along the laughter that escapes my lungs and belts through my lips i`ll find an escape.

morning blues.

When the curtains can't hold the sun out anymore and you know it's a brand new day with new opportunity. But all you want is the slimmest chance that he'll be right there, lying next to you in the new morning air, the cold sheets finally having molding imprinted Into them.

What I would do to have wrinkle marks between blankets and pillow cases.

Florence + The Machine - What The Water Gave Me

I have her on constant repeat. She never gets old. All her music is ridiculously beautiful xox

Steamed.

Shedding overused, dry, dead skin is rough on my exterior. Announcing new flesh to my surface is frightening. We are constantly in this movement of birth and death yet we never are prepared for either of the two. It never sits with you discretely. But if there was any way to shed the past and bring on new life: well, I would call that balance. It'd be like standing on new territory and pronouncing the English alphabet for the very first time. It'd be like the first time the sun ever placed it's warm, deep personality into the million of little follicles my body possesses.

way past forever.

Love me more than sunny days after a rough fight. More than hot showers on winter, snowy days. Love me more than Saturday morning cartoons, or that old mustang that you saved for at the age of 16. Love me without restrictions or fear. Give me your future like your life depends on it. Hold me as if your entire life is flashing across your eyes. Just Love me , with everything you possess, with every truth that escaped your lips. Love me for the woman I was yesterday and the the mother that I so desperately want to be tomorrow. For the lover that can still wake your senses, for the artist I choose to continue evolving into. Just Love Me. Love me and never let me go.

Bloom.

I think I've scared the butterfly and contributed to reckless agony. No clue how I possibly ripped away such potential. I suppose, when we get star struck by such jealously in experiencing such bliss within, we sabotage anything that can challenge us from being enough I was perfectly fine with the cocoon, just not the butterfly.