BASIC LOVE

What are your favorite ways to spruce up a basic white tee and jeans look?

MY DAILY HELPERS

 

What products (cosmetics) do you swear by? Lemme know by leaving a comment.

Are You Feeling The Rush?

I'm not. 


I don't like the orange. The original coloring and shot of Beyonce is much better to me.


I'm still gonna buy it as soon as it hits shelves though.

ASB,

xoxxo

We All Want To Know, "Was That Okay?"

Beautifully, beautifully said.

Some Things You Just Know

I used to be foolish and naive. I used to believe that everyone reached some point of ultimate happiness before they died. Before the lights shut off and it was over forever.

I used to believe that everyone's dreams eventually came true.

Childish, right?

Now I know that those are merely hopeful, innocent figments of my imagination. Finding happiness and living out your dreams isn't certain. It isn't assured. It isn't destined to everyone. To anyone. True happiness is a state of the mind that only the strong have the ability to possess. When I am around happy people, I get overwhelmingly sad because it is only then that I realize how truly unhappy I am.

But there is one thing that hasn't changed. There is one thing I still know and I still believe. I know that one day I will find happiness. I know that one day I will be living out my dreams. And it won't be because I'm one of the 'lucky' ones. Not because I'm one of the 'chosen' ones.

It will be because I believe it.

I don't know when, and I don't know how, but one day it's gonna happen for me. I can see it. I can feel it. I know it.

ASB,

xoxxo

A Sexy Morning

This was about a month ago...

I’m just sitting, breathing, thinking. Not about much. Just replaying my dreams from the night, imagining if they were to become reality. It’s morning, sun rays are streaming into the windows diagonally, it’s getting hotter by the minute. I yawn, silently, too lazy to get up and cross the room to turn the air conditioner on. I’m wearing a white ribbed tank top, no bra, and a pair of black seamless boyshorts. My left leg is propped up on the stack of pillows that only occupy my bed for decoration, my right leg is slightly bent towards my chest and as I wait for my alarm to go off, I dim my eyes, drift away. I imagine cradling his head in my right palm, burrowing his face all up in there, forcing his tongue deep—I even imagine the smacking sounds he makes when he...


I tighten my lips as my eyes dart to my BackBerry.

Really Beyoncé? You could have given me one more minute, he was about to—oooh.

ASB,

xoxxo

I Wish...

I could make my hips jump like Shakira.

Make pink lipstick look as dope as Nicki Minaj does.

Be in sexy commercials with my husband (one day) like Victoria Beckham. 

Always have something to smile about like Beyoncé.

ASB,

xoxxo