Corazon

I don't know enough about anything to preach to anyone, I don't have enough life experience to make assumptions about love, about what it means and what it does to us. But I’ve caught on recently to something. Through a series of realizations, it's started to make an odd sort of sense. Not real sense, but the crazy, uninhibited sort of sense that only love can make. I’ve realized that everything we make ourselves do, everything we put ourselves through, there's no reason for it. The things we say, the places we go to on dates, the pda, the hand holding, the little notes, we only do these things because that's all we know of love. That’s what we've seen on television and read about in books. That’s the kind of love that we've been taught, is real. But it's only action. And actions might speak louder than words, but feeling means more than action. It’s like a twisted game of rock-paper-scissors.

Is love fear? I don't think so. But what do i know? My life isn't even a quarter of the way through, and I think about things like this? I think about a lot of things that scare me actually. But I realized, recently, that the only rule I broke, was assuming that there were rules. Because there aren't. In love, there are no rules.

If you wait too long for the perfect moment,
the perfect moment will pass you by.

ohmygahi'mgoingtoshitinmypants

I'm turning into Criss Angel right now. I'm floating.

Florence singing En Vogue's "Don't Let Go"

Mom?

You know, we need to stop being afraid of what could go wrong and think of what could go right. Geez.

putmyboogiewoogieshoeson

this video is too much, i love it. epic. can’t get enough.

"Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance."

When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmmmmm, boy.

The Most Broke-Ass Strip Club...EVER

I simply refuse to imagine this is real and that this shit actually took place some where in these United States. I really do. Because there is no way in heaven nor California that you are going to convince me that there is a strip club somewhere in America that has an ashy amputee as a stripper.

This heffer is missing everything that a stripper is supposed to be in possession of!

Lotion and limbs.

You can NOT be a one legged stripper with eczema on your ass, you just can't! Looking like you are in need of a Vaseline bath and a better health plan and shit. I mean really??

And this damn club has the nerve to have a VIP room.

What the hell goes on in there???

Look, there is just some things you should not be doing. You need to just fall back.

Stripping is one of those things. Because it is supposed to be about the fantasy of it all, and trust me when I say I have never once met someone who fantasized about getting a lap dance from a victim of a Blood Diamond raid.

I figure if you are only 3 quarters of a hoe, they should only have to pay 3 quarters of the price. I’m just saying.

That’s also why I would never pay full price to watch a midget ass midget strip.

That’s not even good mathematics.

Skeevys

There is a certain art to being lonesome.
To exist only with yourself, who you hate
who you hate,
Cannot be accomplished by many.

And Summer Begins...

HAPPY SUMMER!!!!

Girl.

I REALLY want her hair..maybe in the next few months?

Once I lose weight.

Collarbones.Jawlines.Ribcages.

Joan Crawford, everyone.

Just thought you should know...I have SO much respect for this here lady.

Joan Crawford

Quite amazing.

Happiest Place in the World

One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I went to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no. Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to go to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.

Dame.

When a dame gets killed, she doesn't worry about how she looks.

Dear Nicole

This is Jean Nicole from USA and you're hanging out with ME. Drop the questions on me, baby.

Q: Dear Nicole, who would you choose to live your life for one day and why?

A: Uhh, let's see. If I couldn't do this anymore. If my current exhaustion led to a debilitating falling down...is Tom Selleck a weird choice? I think he would be good. OR Eddie Murphy...in a Filipino lady suit. I'm on board. Eddie Murphy in any body-changing suit, I'm on board.

Q: What's your favorite brain food? What inspires you?

A: Funny that you asked those two questions together because it's the same answer.....BREAD.

Q: What is it like to live in such an old (haunted) house?

A: It's truly an honor when I think that I'm peeing in the same toilet as an old farmer. I think about that and I think about how far I've come in my life.

Q: What's Jean Nicole's midday snack?

A: I usually eat some nachos. But there's times when I'm really nice, I eat some Hamburger Helper flavored rice crispy treats.

Q: Do you play any sports?

A: I'm afraid not. I wanted to take up russian roulette because the name sounds cool but my grandma said it wasn't a sport.

Q: What historical leader do you identify with and why?

A: I'm going to say Napoleon but don't take that the wrong way. I just really admire the hats that he wore.

Here's To You

Here's a toast. To the good days, the better friends. The ones that you can't just live without. The people that have taught you how to party. How to live. How to have a good time just sitting around. Here's to the people that, no matter how bad things seem, are always going to be there for you. To lean back on and catch you if you fall.

Storm

I love Storm from Xmen.
It mainly has to do with the dork in me and how I love the weather.
Still, every night I find myself checking up at the weather.com and just browsing through the reports.

DB Cooper

I think you should know......D.B. Cooper On November 21, 1971, in Portland, Oregon, a man calling himself Dan Cooper hijacked a Boeing 727 en route to Seattle by discreetly flashing a bomb to the stewardess and handing her a note. On landing, as the other passengers disembarked without any clue of Cooper’s intentions, authorities met his demands of $200,000 in cash and a set of parachutes. The 727 then took off following Cooper’s instructions and, shortly thereafter, he leapt from the plane into a stormy night.

Since then, few clues have surfaced concerning the crime. A boy found some of Cooper’s cash along a riverbank and, recently, the FBI thought his parachute had been found, but it turned out not to be the case. One man emerged as a suspect after he died, since on his death bed he told his wife, “I’m D.B. Cooper.” She told the Discovery Channel’s Unsolved History that his confession, true or not, had ruined her life. If Cooper died in the jump, which the FBI contends, his remains won’t be found as Mount St. Helens covered the region with ash in 1980.

Happy Father's Day

Dad, you've always been like a father to me. Thanks for teaching me how to scare away assholes.

A young boy asked me what happens after we die. I told him we get buried under a bunch of dirt and worms eat our bodies. I guess I should have told him the truth - that many of us go to Hell and burn eternally - but I didn't want to upset him.

Oh my googly eyes....go to 1:40

Truth means more when it’s hard to admit

our youth

This is so weird but so fucking awesome YOU HAVE TO WATCH THE ENTIRE THING

ican'ttalktoyourightnowbecausei'mfuturetripping

No one falls in love by choice, it is by chance. No one stays in love by chance, it is by work. and No one falls out of love by chance, it is by choice.

It’s there. I know it is. I can feel it.

oh, i remember you

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no… anything. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just exist. As an empty shell.

"My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there." - Rumi

"you are what you eat"

if this was true
and everybody really was what they ate
i would only eat sticks
and twigs or toothpicks

and things like feathers
and tiny sweet cakes
and the spores that fly off dandelions
when you make a wish. and special things like that

Would you like yourself if you would meet yourself?

and I replied that I probably wouldn't like myself or wouldn't be sure if I would. Everything was strange at that time but now it's like I know myself again. It's peculiar if you become nearly a stranger to yourself. Be good, be wise and be wild from time to time.

The Sheer Drama That Is Humanity

I feel it and it feels good.

The pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, reminds us,
that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues,
our hearts beat as one.

Gahh...I'm Sorry.

Lady Gaga + Newsies Chorale Together Forever

the same fantasies, the same madness

It's All The Same

Just like any woman,...we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same.

10gallonsofwatertomakeyoufeelgoodagain

Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you on this earth. Sometimes you catch them. They can be the hands of the people you love. They can be your pets- pups with funny names, cats with ferocious old souls. The thing that keeps you here can be your art. It can be things you have collected and invested with a certain sense of meaning. A flowered, buckled treasure chest of secrets. Shoes that make you taller and, therefore, closer to the heavens. A suit that belonged to your fairy godmother. A dress that makes you feel a little like the Goddess herself.

Sometimes you keep falling; you don't catch anything.

Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you here. Sometimes you catch them. Sometimes you don't.

Sometimes they catch you.

Paris, I will come to you.

Immortality is to live your life doing good things, and leaving your mark behind.

I'm happy.

Like Mother, Like Daughter

“Humans are divided between those who can still look through the eyes of youth and those who cannot.”

—	Dave Eggers

So Young

I had a dream last night. I was a poet and one of my famous poems was

''Baby bird dropped dead.
Momma and Poppa are sad.''

Oh well, so good, eh.

I know why I dreamt this:
I saw a cat the other day in a park and thought: Aw cute, I know I decided to hate cats because they're lazy but aw, look how cute that little cat is. Sits in the grass in the sunshine. Aw.

Five minutes later the cute, little cat caught a tiny bird and killed it.

Dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs are so much better than cats.

“If you can’t be a good example, you’ll just have to be a horrible warning.”

BANGbang

wildhearts

I can't relate to ninety percent of humanity.

ballin- (lat.) adj. the act of being fly

touchingthelimitless

I still dream...

Worth the Words

Bleh Bleh Bleh.

Someone with fetal alcohol related learning disabilities discovered Lady Gaga and downers

Rest in Peace

Rue McClanahan
February 21, 1934 – June 3, 2010

theriverthatrunsbetweenus

Then kill her.