November 25, 2009

REBLOG with your picks.


10 Things You Want For Christmas:

  • Nikon D40 Camera
  • Blackberry Curve 8900
  • Sephora giftcard
  • Gym Membership (purchased last week!)
  • iPod adapter for my car
  • A European vacation
  • Urban Outfitters giftcard
  • Vibrator
  • Down comforter
  • Books

9 Musicians/Bands You Love:

  • Copeland
  • Air
  • Phoenix
  • M83
  • Underoath
  • Lovedrug
  • Chromatics
  • Foals
  • MGMT

8 Things You Do Everyday:

  • Hug my cat
  • Check myself out
  • Analyze
  • Dream
  • Eat something yummy
  • Worry
  • Listen to music
  • Write

7 Things I Enjoy:

  • TRAVEL
  • Kissing
  • Cats
  • Smoking while drinking coffee
  • Shopping
  • Taking photos
  • Shoes

6 Things That Will ALWAYS Win Your Heart:

  • Intelligence
  • Great sense of humor
  • If he’s an animal lover
  • Romantic, but not cheesy, gestures
  • Trustworthy (a must!) 
  • A man who is protective over me; manly (ie. none of those skinny guys who wear girl jeans, basically)

5 Favorites:

  • Movie: Vanilla Sky & Marie Antoinette
  • Song: Anything by Copeland
  • Book: Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs - Chuck Klosterman
  • Food: Italian
  • Season: Autumn

4 Smells You Enjoy:

  • Lola by Marc Jacobs
  • Fresh laundry
  • Summer
  • Gardenia

3 Places You Want To Go:

  • Barcelona
  • London
  • Paris

2 Holidays You Love:

  • New Years
  • Halloween

1 Person You Would Marry On The Spot:

  • Paul Rudd
November 20, 2009
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Mirror’s Edge - Mike Posner

Today's Goodbye has your name written on it.

All I really wanted was to be your priority.  

You didn’t see it, and perhaps I went about the wrong way of expressing that to you.  My insecurities got the best of me when it came to you.  I tried throwing other guys in your face to get you to pay attention, to suddenly feel the need to be with me.  They were never who I wanted, and I think you knew that.  Volatile at best, it was hard to predict if we were friends or enemies, you and I.  No one really knew.  It’s hard to really understand a relationship like ours from the outside. 

We both want to be happy, but together, we wouldn’t allow it.  We both wanted exactly what we made impossible for ourselves to have with each other.  Why did I feel the NEED to play all those mind games with you?  Was it because I felt I had lost all control in our relationship?  In the end, what were we running back to?  I don’t really know anymore.  Perhaps we were running away from our own battles with loneliness that we’d accept the bitter treatment from each other just to have someone sitting across us at the dinner table.  

I have many visions for my future.  Many bright, hopeful checklists constructed for myself to accomplish someday.  What these visions of my future don’t include is wasting my time with someone who makes me feel like I am ultimately alone in this world.  I want a man who wants a place right next to me as we face the exciting and frightening journey of life together, hand in hand, bringing out the best in me.  I want trust.

We gave it one last shot.  It didn’t work.  Disappointing, that it was.  Sincerest feelings aside, even more  disappointing that we wasted even more time figuring out what we knew in the first place:  We don’t belong together.  Lessons are learned in the most difficult fashions sometimes.  Now I know.

I know you’ll find happiness someday, and sometimes it makes me a little sad knowing I will never have a chance to be a part of that again.  Our connection is something of the past that obviously can never be relinquished.  But it’s finally time to start focusing on the life that matters most to me, which is my own.  I don’t want to be afraid to jump.  I don’t want to be afraid to get hurt again because I probably will.  Pain is inevitable.  I want someone who doesn’t make me feel the need to play games just to get his attention.  

For what it’s worth, please don’t hate me.  I chose to take a new path.  This path may or may not be the path I am meant to walk, but the risk involved, I feel, is something that I need to take.  I set aside my feelings for so long to try and reinstate a relationship that had no future with you..  it’s about time I dedicate my efforts to one that might.  And for that, I am truly sorry.  I don’t trust that you are hurt, but if you are, please understand that it was never my intention to inflict pain upon you.  The only intention I have is to find a love that is free of jealousy, infidelity, and sadness.  My heart cannot bear any more harsh words or resentments.

When you see a picture of me someday in the future, I hope you smile a little and remember the good times we had, even if they were rare.  I hope you always hold that special place in your heart for me.  I know you will.

November 17, 2009
He never always found a way to be at my side.

He never always found a way to be at my side.

November 16, 2009
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6od:

Help, I’m Alive - Metric

If my life is mine
What shouldn’t I do?

I get wherever I’m going
I get whatever I need
While my blood’s still flowing
And my heart still beats,
Beating like a hammer…

November 11, 2009
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Come Back When You Can - Barcelona

November 10, 2009
November 6, 2009
November 4, 2009

"I'd even watch sports with him.."

I feel I am at risk for being slightly pathetic by writing this..  but I like someone.  This feeling, in a way, scares me.  Because it means I can potentially get hurt again.  

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken..  Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements.


CS Lewis said it best when determining what to do with your heart, but I’m choosing to ignore these wise words I followed almost religiously since my last breakup and risk the pain for another shot at love again.  I miss love.  I miss sharing my life and its containments with someone.

I feel like a giddy high schooler right now.  This is real.  The safety I feel when wrapped up in his arms (for the first time last night) is insanely addicting.  I wish he were right next me to this very moment just so I could burrow myself in the nook under his arm.  I’d be content in that nook for days.  I don’t feel like he’d ever do anything to hurt me.  He is such a genuine, beautiful man in my eyes.  

We kissed last night for the first time and our lips and tongues synced beautifully with each others immediately as if they were meant to be joined.  I was slightly intoxicated, mind you, tiptoeing to wrap my arms around his neck.  Liquid courage masked the shyness this man injects me with, but I medicated myself with too much.  I don’t know how to act around him.  

I like him so much that I’d watch sports with him.  If you know me, this is serious.  I hate sports, but with him (and only him), I’d sit through any kind of ridiculous game for the rest of my life with a smile on my face.  He makes me want to be a better person, because the kind of girl he deserves is a special one.  I want to be that girl for him.  I’d move to the country with him and become completely submerged in an unfamiliar, simple life that contrasts with my current life of designer handbags and fancy home decor.  He and I are opposites.  I love the fact that he isn’t impressed with high-tech cell phones or expensive clothes.  He’s a simple man’s man and it drives me insanely wild.

This may sound crazy..  but perhaps I am back in Kalamazoo for a reason.  Maybe it’s him.  Or maybe I am getting a little too ahead of myself.  Take a deep breath, Brandy. Wait and see.

November 3, 2009
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Napoleon Says - Phoenix

November 2, 2009
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
C.S. Lewis (via zoee)
And it’s not “clever lonely” (like Morrissey) or “interesting lonely” (like Radiohead); it’s ‘lonely, lonely,’ like the way it feels when you’re being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder.
Cluck Klosterman