She Tastes Like..

“She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.” -Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone

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Where Love Resides

How can we give so much attention to the tint of our lips & the shape our hips when the quality of our heart is what truly remains at the end of the day? When beauty fades & the soul emerges what will we have to show if our energy is directed towards our image, and our intention is to impress instead of progress?

Indie Arie put it perfectly…

“I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am not your expectations no, no
I am not my hair 
I am not this skin 
I am a soul that lives within”

I encourage you to go to sleep with big dreams & rise with a purpose. And to dress yourself with love, respect, and a basic understanding that you are much more than what the mirror will ever be able to reflect. Don’t be so hard on yourself darling, you are beautiful.

All my love & wonder, B

Down to the Last Drop

I stopped wearing my favorite perfume after I left him. I found out it had been discontinued and my bottle was running low. I thought to myself “save it for something special”. I couldn’t figure out just what that was, but I didn’t want it to go to waste on any old day, and that’s exactly how everyday had began to feel.

Weeks later I was still waiting for that “something special”. My best friend grabbed my wrist in excitement after I spritzed myself before we went out to breakfast and said “is that my favorite stuff?” she turned away and said “oh no” and continued getting ready.

The thing I realized right then is that as silly as it sounds to be so attached to a scent it still feels like a part of me, a part of my past. And when it’s gone, it’s gone… but that’s okay, because I will still be here when the perfume runs out. And so will the memories.

So life goes on even after our favorite scent no longer exists. We can’t wait for something fabulous to do a key thing we used to do for ourselves everyday. That’s the funny thing about women sometimes… We think we should sit and wait for the bus when really we need to slip on our comfiest flats and run after it before it drives away from us. Life’s too short to sit around waiting, smelling, and feeling like anything but ourselves. So I am done waiting for unmade plans, and I’m finally ready to use every last drop.

My ass can’t live without you

Dear stair-stepper,

we used to be unbreakable. I’d always come see you late at night when I was feeling down & you’d pick me up with lots of tough-love (tripping me, etc.) but you’d always lift my ass a hair-or-two if I visited frequently, so that is just what I did. But then I got busy. I guess you could say life happened, and I left. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve seen you, but my ass can’t live without you. I’m comin’ for you baby — I will step up to your love.

xoxo, the sweatiest brizzle of them all

If you’re currently stair-stepper-less, I recommend www.bodyrock.tv

Good Girls Don’t Grow On Trees

Alright, can I get a hell yeah for Cris Cab? He is my new favorite artist (besides Frank Ocean, of course) I’m still browsing through his music to make sure it’s love and not lust. Either way one thing’s for sure, I am definitely in full on ‘like’ with Cris Cab.

The opening lyrics to his song “Good Girls” is:

“Hey man, I’ve learned my lesson 
Got a good girl, count your blessings”

But what really stole my heart was this:

“good girls don’t grow on trees”

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Oh hi, I’m sold! I love that because it is so true. It is so hard to find a partner that can give & understand the unique love your heart desires. We are all different therefore we all need different types of love. Unfortunately honesty, respect, patience, trust and kindness are becoming less important; The definition of a “healthy relationship” is very misunderstood to the men & women of my generation. Many of us have forgotten what it really means to love and be loved. 

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I do know one thing — Any woman will tell you this: a good man is hard to find & even harder to keep. I’m sure of it, because my town has an abnormal amount of douche-bags-in-diesels and a lack of gentlemen (not that I’m looking, but they’re everywhere! it scares me. ) But it goes the same for men, because like Cris Cab says, good girls don’t grow on trees. We have to honor, cherish, and embrace the beautiful relationships and love we have in our lives. Surround yourself with people that make you feel excited — I can honestly say I have people in my life that make my stomach feel like a million fireflies are having a freaking fiesta in there. Absolutely electric. They encourage me to be the best woman I can be. Because of those people I believe in my dreams and I’m brave enough to do anything & everything in order to reach them. Those are the kind of people we all deserve to have in our lives.

At the end of the day this is my opinion, so as my grandmother says “take it, leave it, file it away, or never look at it again”. Alls I’m sayin’ is I encourage you to be picky about one thing: the type of love/people you choose to surround yourself with.

It can change your life.

Only One

“There is only one happiness in life…”

Now playing “Need Your Love” 

Holi Festival of Colors SLC, Ut

If my best friend wasn’t en route to my abode for the weekend I’d be experiencing this in my hometown today. But I don’t have any room to complain — next year we’ll be there twirling in the colors, basking in free hugs & feeling the buzz of Springs energy at the Holi Festival 2013.

Until then, we’ll recreate it with bubbly & music in my living room. Can’t wait to see you, sissy.

Happy weekend, loves!!