Still my favorite Valentine’s song 🙂


So much of life is just grinding through. So many moments just exist to deliver you to the ones that follow. But this moment was a destination in itself. Did I feel happy right then? Not exactly. When you feel happy, or joyful, it’s kind of like a brightness in your chest, and my heart was too numb for brightness. If you think of human emotions as music, then mine were like an orchestra with no conductor. I felt a lot of different sounds, but I didn’t know quite how to read them or combine them in ways I understood. And yet there was no doubt that the instruments of my body were playing—my skin under the wind, my lungs drawing in crisp breaths, my eyes taking in the vast and brilliant sky. There was music—good music—even if it wasn’t a melody I recognized.

La Seine à la Grande-Jatte (1888)

I let myself feel just exactly as happy as I was sad. I marveled at the feeling, because it really wasn’t either-or. It was both, equally strong at the exact same time. If you’d asked me before the crash, I’d have told you that feelings were like blocks of primary colors: You felt blue for a while, then yellow, then red. But now I saw the emotional landscape quite differently—more like the pointillism of a Seurat painting: each color made up of many other colors. Look closely, and it’s dots. Stand back, and it’s an afternoon on the lake—all the colors relying on each other for texture and meaning. Maybe that would turn out to be an upside, I found myself thinking. Maybe I’d see the world like an artist now.

Katherine Center. How to Walk Away. St. Martin’s Press.


– Cara Alwill Leyba


Back on the earth of fire and snow
Over high-rolling hills
To the valleys below
With all that I’ve suffered
I’m still on this road
If I hold you again, I will never let go

Show me the river that leads to my home
Back to the one I love
Show the wind that constantly blows
And I will fly away
Fly away home….


One of the most empowering mash-ups ever ❤

The Story of Tonight (Hamilton) + You Will be Found/For Forever (Dear Evan Hansen) – Lin Manuel Miranda + Ben Platt



this is the story of a superhero. it all started with this box… I asked people at every show to consider to take a piece of paper and write whatever was on their mind, and drop it in this box. 

…despite the many different places we’re from and the different lives we lead, we face a lot of the same feelings of fear and doubt,  insecurity and failure… and happiness.

 this is martin. he wrote the note about diana.




But what happens when the superhero in question represents more than just truth, justice, and the American way? What if the hero must also represent a break from the status quo his profession so often fights to uphold? What if, rather than inspiring the masses of the general audience, the hero is instead an inspiration to a very specific demographic of people who historically found themselves barred from representation in the pages of cape comics and on silver screens?

That hero would also need a very specific theme song, not just representative of his mission but of his people, of his upbringing and his culture.

Needed some modern hero music as my life soundtrack today…



You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free


“I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.”

― Harun Yahya


Don’t let your mind get weary and confused
Your will be still, don’t try
Don’t let your heart get heavy child
Inside you there’s a strength that lies

Be here now,
here now
Be here now,
here now


The Fray - Be Still.  Sometimes you just need to stand still and regather yourself.





And the distance is quite simply much to far for me to row;
It seems farther than ever before (oh no)
I need you so much closer


And I’m so grateful to you
I’d have lived my whole life through…


“The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving. I didn’t want to destroy anything or anybody. I just wanted to slip quietly out the back door, without causing any fuss or consequences, and then not stop running…”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love


Mas as coisas findas
muito mais que lindas,
essas ficarão.


People say it’s nice to meet me,
I often wonder why
I’ve studied my reflections,
I’ve looked me in the eye
But I still can’t draw conclusions,
I’m still talking out of turn
Now I ask too many questions,
About the lessons I won’t learn

It turns out all my mistakes were forgivable
And the time I spent lost was a sign
And all the ink is invisible
If you give it, give it enough time

Now I think my eyes are open,
I take a deeper dive
When I feel the blue surround me,
That’s when I come alive
When it starts to feel too lonely,
When it’s out of my control
When the world goes on without me,
Will I feel it take its toll?

It turns out all my mistakes were forgivable,
And the time I spent lost was a sign
And all the ink is invisible
If you give it, give it enough time


and I know that I deserve your love;
there is nothing I’m not worthy of ! 


saudade (English: /ˌsaʊˈdɑːdə/); a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.


Being perfect is when you can look someone in the eye and know you did not let them down.


When Bastille sent me the vocals to Happier for the first time, I was taken back. The amount of emotion that you could feel in the lyrics was crazy. As I listened and worked on the song more and more, it reminded me of so many things I’ve been through in my life. Toxic relationships, letting go of things I didn’t want to, and just situations where happiness came with a sacrifice.

Recently I lost my best friend, my companion, my life long friend. I wanted this video to embrace the pain that we feel losing or sacrificing something and the cycle of life that comes with it. I hope this song and video can bring closure in any situation you may be [in] and make us all happier” – @marshmellomusic


Hauser ❤ 


She’s imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won’t ask for help
She is messy, but she’s kind
She is lonely, most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone
But she used to be mine


…I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun
I see you walking real slow
And you’re smiling at everyone…


“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”

― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

9.13.2018 ❤

And I wish time would slow down
So I could keep your heart around
If I can’t make you stay another day
I’ll wait another day for you




I climb the steps of the Scot Monument every morning
and all becomes clear.
Wish I could make you see this brightness.
Don’t worry. All is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well!

I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions.
All boundaries are conventions… waiting to be transcended.

One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so.
In moments like this
I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own

and I know that separation is an illusion.

My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.


how rare and beautiful it is to even exist


it was the sweetness of your skin
it was the hope of all that might’ve been
that filled me with the hope
to wish impossible things




i can’t say hello to you
and risk another goodbye


remember to breathe
and everything will be okay

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