BookRix

Why should beauty be ranked? When all the make-up and photoshop is gone, everyone, men included, has their flaws. There is not a single person who can stand up and say he or she is flawless. That's what we are: flawed. We're humans. Our DNA has mutations, our bodies have scars, and our hearts have stories. Who is the most beautiful woman? One that doesn't exist, I guess.

“Never underestimate a girl’s love for her favorite band. Never think even for a minute, that she won’t defend them to her death. Because it’s not just the music that makes that band her favorite. It’s the guys, the gals. It’s the fans. People whom of which she has interacted with thanks to the band. That band might of saved her life, or just made her smile everyday. That band has never broke her heart and has yet to leave her. No wonder she finds such joy in her music.”
― Alex Gaskarth

A white man once said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir​.​​.​​.​​.​when I was born I was BLACK When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir. When you are born you're PINK When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

I dedicate this to my grandpa, who died of cancer 1 year, 8 months, 3 weeks, 1 day ago or 630 days ago.... I Miss you Pop-pop!!! I wanna hear you call me bird again, I wanna call you up on the phone and tell you about my day, I wanna hear you ask me do I like any boys and I blush and say no. I want you to cheer me on at my Dance recital. I want to hear your laugh. I want you to tell me stories of far away places. I want you to tell me about my mum and aunt and uncles. I want to show you how much I matured over the years. I want you to meet my little 5 year old sister in person, like you never got too. Or Meet your other Granddaughter, that's only 1 month. What would you do if you could see me now? I know this... But I don't want it to be true.... Your Gone and your not coming back..... And lastly.. I want you back... :'(

"Oh if you could see me now
Oh if you could see me now

It was February fourteen, Valentine's Day
The roses came, but they took you away
Tattooed on my arm is a charm to disarm all the harm
Gotta keep myself calm but the truth is you're gone
And I'll never get to show you these songs
Dad, you should see the tours that I'm on,
I see you standing there next to Mom
Always singing along, yeah arm in arm
And there are days when I'm losing my faith
Because the man wasn't good he was great
He'd say music was the home for your pain
And explain, I was young, he would say
"Take that rage, put it on a page
Take the page to the stage
Blow the roof off the place"
I'm tryna make you proud
Do everything you did
I hope you're up there with God
Saying that's my kid

I still look for your face in the crowd
Oh if you could see me now
Oh if you could see me now
Would you stand in disgrace or take a bow
Oh if you could see me now
Oh if you could see me now

If you could see me now would you recognise me
Would you pat me on the back or would you criticise me
Would you follow every line on my tear stained face
Put your hand on a heart that's was cold
As the day you were taken away
I know it's been awhile but I could see you clear as day
Right now, I wish I could hear you say
I drink too much and I smoke too much dutch
But if you can't see me now that shit's a must
You used to say I won't know I will until it cost me
Like I won't know real love till I've loved then I've lost it
And if you've lost a sister, someone's lost a mom
And if you've lost a dad, then someone's lost a son
And they're all missing now, and they're all missing now
So if you get a second to look down at me now
Mum, Dad, I'm just missing you now

I still look for your face in the crowd
Oh if you could see me now
Would you stand in disgrace or take a bow?
Oh if you could see me now

Oh... Oh...
Would you call me a saint or a sinner?
Would you love me a loser or winner?
Oh... Oh...
When I see my face in the mirror
We look so alike that it makes me shiver

I still look for your face in the crowd
Oh if you could see me now
Would you stand in disgrace or take a bow?
Oh if you could see me now

I still look for your face in the crowd
Oh if you could see me now
Would you stand in disgrace or take a bow?
Oh if you could see me now

Oh...
You could see, you could see me now
You could see, you could see me now"

~The Script~

R.I.P Harrison "Buddy" Johnson
We love you dearly Pop-pop!!!
Your little Bird misses you.

Song link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGlkwKA-t_4

Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
-Graham Greene