Went to HBO Nordic’s premiere party for season 6 of True Blood yesterday. Music, food, open bar, awesome decorations complete with dancers in cages and poles and bloody drinks in True Blood bottles.
It was a fangtastic night! We even got to watch the first episode of season 6! It was so. good. High hopes for a good season!
“Every time I look at her I know it was worth it.”
Dreams. The best I can do.
The other week I found Jenny Kempe. Her drawings are adorable!
Relationships
I don’t care for Jada, but:
Do we believe loving someone means owning them? Do we believe that ownership is the reason someone should “behave”?
Do we believe that all the expectations, conditions, and underlying threats of “you better act right or else” keep one honest and true?
Do we believe that we can have meaningful relationships with people who have not defined nor live by the integrity of his or her higher self? What of unconditional love? Or does love look like, feel like, and operate as enslavement?
Do we believe that the more control we put on someone the safer we are? What of TRUST and LOVE?
Should we be married to individuals who can not be responsible for themselves and their families within their freedom? Should we be in relationships with individuals who we can not entrust to their own values, integrity, and LOVE…for us???
This.
Because I love Brittana.
But mostly Santana/Naya and her voice.
Best freakin’ Monday in such a long time.
Like an explosion out of nowhere, complete with tour and a single right in time for breakfast.
Where do we go when we go from here
Feels like a circle around me while I wait for more
Know that I wanna know where I follow you
Don’t wanna go down the street where you once came from
And I wanna know
What’s the point of doing anything
If you’ll never notice
I would sit and wait for you again
A line of boxes in an open field
There’s a million empty and there’s one for real
Do you want me to go search in each all of them
Or just lay on the grass and act and pretend
That’s what I wanna know
What’s the point of doing anything
If you’ll never notice
I would sit and wait for you again
What’s the point of doing anything
If you’ll never notice
I would sit and wait for you again
Then you came to me and you said
I was not really sure enough how to feel
I pretend like you’re not real
Then you came to me and you said
I was not really sure enough how to feel
To pretend like you’re not real to me
