The quiet desperation I sense towards the end in his voice is just indescribable. That’s all I’m gonna say. The strong emotions that I felt listening and watching this video inspired me. Hope you like.
PS- here’s the video
Category Archives: Feelings
Recurring dream…
I had a dream last night (again) that I was running from something and I fell into a lake with pitch black water. It really felt like I was drowning, and I couldn’t see how to get back to the surface. It felt like I was going deeper and deeper into the water, and at one point I felt like I couldn’t move anymore. That’s when my special person jumped into the lake and pulled me out, and I felt safe and like it was all going to be OK… When I opened my eyes in the dream and saw his face, and he picked me up in his arms and hugged me, I didn’t feel scared anymore.
Feeling like you’re drowning has to be the most horrible feeling in the world. Even if it’s just in a dream…
From what I gathered (during my short google inquiry about the meaning of dark water), I found several things about it.
water: Emotions. If you’re entering then you may be going into strong feelings, deep water will find you looking deeply into you unconscious. One can drown in their own emotions. How deep is the water, how is it contained?
source: http://thedreamingwizard.com
To dream of drowning, denotes loss of property and life; but if you are rescued, you will rise from your present position to one of wealth and honor.
source : http://www.experienceproject.com/
To dream that you are drowning indicates that you are feeling overwhelmed by emotions. Repressed issues may be coming back to haunt you. You may be proceeding too quickly in trying to discover your unconscious thoughts. You should proceed more cautiously and slowly. If you drown to death, then is refers to an emotional rebirth. If your survive the drowning, then it means that a waking relationship or situation will ultimately survive the turmoil.
Source : http://www.dreammoods.com/
they pretty much say the same thing. I’m in love, and it’s hard, because we’re so far apart. The fact that he saves me every time , means that we will overcome all the hardships ahead of us.
I really hope that is true, because, dude, you’re the one I was waiting for all this time…
(*how*) I got Boyced, BABY!
Today is 4 years since Boyce Avenue posted their very first video on YouTube. It was an acoustic cover by The Goo Goo Dolls – Before It’s Too Late.
In Honor of the amazing 3 brothers, Fabian, Daniel,and Alejandro, let’s take a peek at how they’ve been doing so far.
Pic 'borrowed' from the Boyce Avenue Street Team America Facebook page - https://www.facebook.com/BoyceAvenueStreetTeamAmerica
When you think about those numbers… The YouTube/Facebook phenomena everybody is talking about starts to be defined within the grasp of everyone’s understanding.
Since I posted this a few minutes ago on the BAST America fan page, and a couple of groups, filled with awesome people, I think it’s only fair I should post this cute little story on my blog, also. Yes, it’s time 
Consoler Of The Lonely
I can’t complain. I’m doing great. I just wanted y’all to let you know what’s up , and why I haven’t blogged since last time. It wasn’t that long ago, but I have a feeling it’s gonna be a while until my next blog. It’s just a feeling, though! Anywho. I’ve been busy with my exams and studying all night and all that for a while. Haven’t had a decent meal since I left my parents’ house, because I’d rather study than cook. And everything else.
I think the best way to express what I’ve been doing for (at least) the past week is this song. Word for word.
This song is awesome. And fun. Even if I feel like I’m gonna die of boredom soon. Haha! Thank you Fabby, so fricken much for helping me find this song (and not only!) LOL. I super love you and your totally awesome brothers. ☺♥
See ya next time!
Lexxa~
The Impulse To Create
Did you ever stop and wonder where your artistic creativity comes from? Daryl from The Daily Post did.
As far as the “impulse to create”—what comes to mind is something like this. Say you were standing in a group of people, and nearby some guys were throwing a Frisbee around, and suddenly one of them misthrew, and here it comes now, right over your head—that impulse to jump up and catch it is similar to what I feel when I’m writing. Why did you jump? Not to “honor the Frisbee” or “make a connection with the thrower” or “serve as the conduit/recipient of the Frisbee’s symbolic journey, blah blah blah.” You did it…well, who knows why, really? Partly the motivation is a “because it’s there” kind of thing. You start a story and in rereading it, see a place where it could be made better. Well, why not?
~ interview with fiction author George Saunders
Thank you Daryl, because these words speak to me in ways I can’t explain. It is exactly how I feel at times. Sometimes I find myself unable to put words together in a sentence, or make a picture fit, and sometimes I have a gazillion ideas flying through my head, and I have the compulsion of catching as many as I can, and putting them on (virtual) paper. This brought a smile on my face, so double thank you 
Like this:
The Butterfly Lesson
One day a small opening appeared in a cocoon, a man sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to make its body through that little hole.
Lifehouse – Everything…
no uncontrollable blabber tonight…. I was watching the Episode 1 , Season 1 of Smallville… and I heard this song… and thought I should share… for obvious reasons… it’s freakishly amazing, and it seems to rea into my soul right now…
till next time,
Cheers,
Lexxa~
Find Me Here
Speak To Me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That’s leading me
To the place where I find peace again.
You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose…you’re everything.
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won’t let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Cause you’re all I want, You’re all I need
You’re everything,everything
You’re all I want your all I need
You’re everything, everything.
You’re all I want you’re all I need.
You’re everything, everything
You’re all I want you’re all I need, you’re everything, everything.
And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
“Why do you listen to sad music if you’re sad?!”
“Why do you listen to sad music if you’re sad?!”
“you gotta listen to happy music, so you can get happy again.” My roommate just told me…
The truth? Music is an escape for me… and it helps me express my feelings, offering me a broader outlet than words do most of the time… no matter how great the heartache… when I close my eyes and sing along , or just hum, or just shut up and listen… it transcends my world. When I have music around me, I am in a better place… In a place where nothing can hurt me, and in a world that knows no pain.
Maybe some of you, dear readers would like to know the answer to that question yourselves. The answer is simple… music takes you to a better place. An alternate reality, if you will, that is simply better, and makes each of our lives better, and a bit more bearable at times.
I was called selfish for wanting the best in the world for someone I care about. If that is selfish, then how is it called when you want the opposite?
- Mood: Depressed
- Reading: text messages
- Drinking: Coke
- Listening to: Can’t Make You Love Me – Allison Iraheta
Precum In Autobuz…
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