You. Are. Amazing.

As. you. are.
Stronger than you know.
More beautiful than you think.
Worthier than you believe.
More loved than you can ever imagine.
Passionate about making a difference.
Fiery when protecting those you love.
Learning. Growing. Not alone.
Warm. Giving. Generous.
Quirky. Sexy. Funny. Smart.
Flawed. Whole. Scared. Brave.
And so, so, so. Much. More.

Be Strong. Be Confident. Be You.

~ Copyright: Tia Sparkles Singh, 2011

* I would like to dedicate this to my dear friends Britt and Stack.  I love you guys! :-) *

"Love"

"There are those in this world whose 'love' is not only a wicked lie, but is a cover for unpardonable vindictiveness, a secret desire to cause pain, a sadism.  There are those who are not to be trusted for a single moment, for they are innately malignant as well as hypocritical.  They are the "whited sepulchre" of whom Our Lord spoke with such anger and scorn.  Give in to them for a moment, doubt that they are entirely evil, tolerantly admit they might be right in one thing -- and they will fall upon you, believing your defenses are down and you have surrendered yourself as a victim.  They love victims."- Taylor Caldwell

Humans

"One thing monsters and humans have in common is the fact that both are capable of destruction. We all leave a ton of carnage in our wake. The difference is that a human feels bad about the pain they cause. They wanna repair the damage, put a band-aid on it. It might not be that easy. The quick fix doesn't always work. Once you've open some doors, you can never close them again. A monster, a real monster doesn't give a damn about the havoc it wreaks. The blood it spills. The hardest thing about knowing that you are capable of inflicting pain, death even, is constantly trying to avoid doing such a thing. Especially when every fiber of your being wants to hurt and consume everyone it comes into contact with." - #BeingHuman

No, Fuck You - Written by David Benioff

Last month a friend posted on Lamebook a clip of one of my all time favorite movie monologues (25th Hour).  Thank you Mr. Benioff!!!!!

Play, read, and enjoy (WARNING: This is NOT for the sensitive or weak skinned so if you have a stick up your ass, then skip this post.)

"Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place."

True colors

"Most people can't do it, cover up their true feelings pretend they are something they are not. But it doesn't change who you are or what you are. If you hate what you are you will do anything to deny it. You'll feed the lie until it becomes real. But who you are, doesn't go away. It waits for you. We put so much work into hiding what's really there, a new coat of paint on rotted wood, creative accounting, the comb-over. But then you realize that lie you spent so much time crafting.... In the end, the only person your lie ever fools... Is you." - #BeingHuman

Seriously!

Specially when dating! HA!

"A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE" by Pamela Redmond Satran

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …

Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..

Something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..

A youth she’s content to leave behind and a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .

A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …

One friend who always makes her laugh… and one who lets her cry…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ….

A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …

Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …

A feeling of control over her destiny.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…

How to fall in love without losing herself.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…

How to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…

When to try harder… and WHEN TO WALK AWAY…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…

That she can’t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…

That her childhood may not have been perfect…but its over.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…

What she would and wouldn’t do for love or more.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…

How to live alone… even if she doesn’t like it.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…

Whom she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…

Where to go...  be it to her best friend’s kitchen table or a charming inn in the woods, when her soul needs soothing…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…

What she can and can’t accomplish in a day, a month, and a year.

To travel is better than to arrive

"Some famous guy once said "To travel is better than to arrive." And I was like, "What?" Because I used to think there was only one path to take, to where you want to be in life. But if you choose that one path, it doesn't mean you have to abandon all the others. I realize that it is actually what happens along the way what counts. The stumbles... you know, the falls and the friendships. It's the journey, not the destination. You just got to... I guess trust that the future will work itself out like it's supposed to." - Step Up 3

Because not everything on this blog is a rant ;-)

Lies

‎"One of mankind's greatest abilities is the power to lie. Whether is for good or bad... profit or survival. We bend the truth. It's a skill we pick up early and hone over time, pulling the wool over the eyes of our parents, our teachers, our boss, even ourselves. We tell ourselves we"ll lose weight, quit smoking. That at the end of the day we are really a good person...What happens when we call our own bluff? When we can't convince ourselves that deep down, we really aren't the stuff of nightmares?" - Being Human

Damn you, Grey!

“There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t cause I thought id be happy alone. It was because I thought that if I loved someone … and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love… and then you don’t have it? What if you like it… and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then… it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is… death ends. This? It could go on forever.” – Grey’s Anatomy