Thursday 29 November 2012

The Last Time


I found myself at your door,
Just like all those times before,
I'm not sure how I got there,
All roads they lead me here.

I imagine you are home,
In your room all alone,
And you open your eyes into mine,
And everything feels better.

And right before your eyes,
I'm breaking, no past
No reasons why,
Just you and me...

This is the last time I'm asking you this,
Put my name at the top of your list,
This is the last time I'm asking you why,
You break my heard in the blink of an eye, eye, eye.

You found yourself at my door,
Just like all those times before,
You wear your best apology,
But I was there to watch you leave.

And all the times I let you in,
Just for you to go again,
Disappear when you come back,
Everything is better.

And right before your eyes,
I'm aching, run fast,
Nowhere to hide,
Just you and me...

This is the last time I'm asking you this,
Put my name at the top of your list,
This is the last time I'm asking you why,
You break my heard in the blink of an eye, eye, eye...

This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong,
This is the last time I say it's been you all along,
This is the last time I let you in my door,
This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore.

Oh, oh, oh...

This is the last time I'm asking you this,
Put my name at the top of my list,
This is the last time I'm asking you why,
You break my heard in the blink of an eye.

This is the last time I'm asking you this
(This is the last time I'm asking you this)
Put my name at the top of your list
(Put my name at the top of your list)
This is the last time I' asking you why
(This is the last time I'm asking you)
You break my heart in a blink of an eye
(You break my heart...)

This is the last time I'm asking you,
Last time I'm asking you,
Last time I'm asking you this...

This is the last time I'm asking you,
Last time I'm asking you,
Last time I'm asking you this...

This is the last time I'm asking you,
Last time I'm asking you,
Last time I'm asking you this...

This is the last time I'm asking you,
Last time I'm asking you,
Last time I'm asking you this...


By: Taylor Swift & Gary Lightbody

xx

Collin McLoughlin - Titanium

Hey!

How many times have you listened to David Guetta and Sia's Titanium? Even if you don't like this kind of music I'm sure when when you turned on the radio you caught some time.
Well, I found a cover of that song that made me really enjoy it in a completely different way. The lyrics are pretty good, actually. I noticed that just now because this version makes you to listen carefully.


Even though Collin didn't go further on The Voice US I'm taking a minute to clap my hands. 

xx

Thursday 15 November 2012

Beautiful Words

Hi!

I found this on Tumblr, therefore I have no idea who wrote this but god these are some beautiful words.

Date a girl who writes.
Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about Catherine the Great, and the immortality of jellyfish. Laugh it off when she tells you that she forgot to clean her room, that her clothes are lost among the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready, that her shoes hidden under the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that she’s saved for ever since she was twelve. 
Kiss her under the lamppost, when it’s raining. Tell her your definition of love.
Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she has a sense of humor, a sense of empathy and kindness, and that she will dream up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of coffee and Coca-cola and jasmine green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook. That’s the writer. With her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with her’s. She will never stop, churning out adventures, of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with words, whatever the color of the page is.
She’s the girl reading while waiting for her coffee and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her cup, the tea or coffee’s already cold. She’s already forgotten it.
Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t look to busy.
If she raises her head, offer to buy her another cup of coffee. Or of tea. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of Hannibal and the Crossing. Tell her your characters, your dreams, and ask if she gotten through her first novel.
It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and bookmarks and many, many books. Give her the gift of words, for writers are talkative people, and they are verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid.
She’ll give you a chance.
Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies, but a girl who writes will understand. She’ll understand that sometimes even the greatest heroes fail, and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality. She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot. She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worst.
A girl who writes will not expect perfection from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the girl who writes will understand that you are only human.
Be her compatriot, be her darling, her love, her dream, her world.
If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness.
She is your Shahrazad. When you are afraid of the dark, she will guide you, her words turning into lanterns, turning into lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times. She’ll be the one to save you.
She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon, and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and tell her that it will be alright. 
You will propose to her. Maybe on a boat in the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe in New York City. Maybe Chicago. Baltimore. Maybe outside her publisher’s office. Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd, but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same.
You will smile hard as she talks a mile a second, and your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand and she will write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets into your ears. She’s lovely, remember that. She’s self made and she’s brilliant. Her names for the children might be terrible, but you’ll be okay with that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories.
Because that is the best part about a girl who writes. She has imagination and she has courage, and it will be enough. She’ll save you in the oceans of her dreams, and she’ll be your catharsis and your 11:11. She’ll be your firebird and she’ll be your knight, and she’ll become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her, a torrent, a wave, a crescendo - so many sensations that you will be left breathless by a girl who writes.
Maybe she’s not the best at grammar, but that is okay.
Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. She’s witty, she’s empathetic, enigmatic at times and she’s lovely. She’s got the most colorful life. She may be living in NYC or she may be living in a small cottage. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads.
A girl who writes will understand reality. She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her. Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she lives in reality. 
Date a girl who writes. 
Because there is nothing better then a girl who writes.
xx

Jennifer L. Armentrout - Onyx

Hello!

Here I am again to write about the third book if you count Shadows on the Luxen series written by Jennifer L. Armentrout.

"Being connected to Daemon sucks...
Thanks to his alien mojo, Daemon's determined to prove what he feels for me is more than a product of our bizarro connection. So I've sworn him off, even though he's running more hot than cold these days. But we've got bigger problems.

Something worse than the Arum has come to town...

The Department of Defense are here. If they ever find out what Daemon can do an that we're linked, I'm a goners. So is he. And there's this new boy in school who's got a secret of his own. He knows what's happened to me he can help, but to do so, I have to lie to Daemon and stay away from him. Like that's possible. Against all common sense, I'm falling for Daemon. Hard.

But then everything changes...

I've seen someone who shouldn't be alive. And I have to tell Daemon, even though I know he's never going to stop searching until he gets the truth. What happened to his brother? Who betrayed him? And what does the DOD want from them-from me?

No one is who they seem. And not everyone will survive the lies..."


I already wrote about Shadows and Obsidian making this the third book I've read on the Luxen series.

Jessie J - We Found Love

Heya!

I've said that Jessie J is one of the best singers out there at the moment. She sings... I lose all my adjectives because she does it perfectly.
Now I discovered her Rihanna's We Found Love cover. I have to say I'm not a Rihanna fan and don't even like this song but god Jessie kills it.


I honestly can't wait for her new record.

xx

Six Degrees Of Separation


You've read the books, you've watched the shows
What's the best way, no one knows, yeah
Meditade, get, hypnotized
Anything to take it from your mind
But it won't, go
You're doing all these things out of desperation, oh woah
You're going through six degrees of separation

You hit the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke
You fake a smile, you lie and say
You're better now that ever and your life's ok, when it's not... no
You're doing all these things out of desesperation, oh woah
You're going through six degrees of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

No, no there ain't no help, it's every men for himself
No, no there ain't help, it's every men for himself

You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too
Anyone who'll throw an arm around you
Tarrot cards, gems and stones
Believing all that shit's gonna heal your soul
Well, it's not... no
You're only doing things out of desperation
Oh, no
You're going through six degrees of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

Oh no, there's no starting over
Without finding closure
You take them back no hesitation
That's when you know you're reached the six degree of separation

Oh no, there's no starting over
Without finding closure
You take them back no hesitation
That's when you know you're reached the six degree of separation

Oh, first, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

No, no there ain't no help, it's every men for himself
You're going through six degrees of separation
No, no there ain't no help, it's every men for himself
You're going through six degrees of separation
No, no there ain't no help, it's every men for himself
No, no there ain't no help, it's every men for himself

By: The Script

xx

The Mortal Instrruments: City Of Bones Trailer

Hey!

I've writen so many times how much I love Jace from Cassadra Clare's The Mortal Instruments that I've lost count. So imagine my entusiasm when they released the trailer for the film.


I'm still not 100% percent sure that Jamie Campbell is the best choice for Jace but either way I'm going to watch it.

xx