Wednesday, October 26, 2011

That Moment

When a daydream you'd given up on happens. A small fancy of thought becomes.
And when you get to smile, just because. 

Friday, September 30, 2011

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Uses For Tea

I am a self-proclaimed Tea Aficionado after all. After reading a few blogs I was inspired to write about the things I've themed my blog to be about. I love tea (as you guys know), and I like researching it. So, why not record the fruit of that research?

Tea. Camillia Sinensis. 
It's got two forms we see it in most commonly: Green Tea and Black Tea. Of course, these also have sub-branches, and there are other kinds of tea.  (Black Tea, Darjeeling, Oolong, White Tea, Red Tea, etc. Also none Camillia Sinensis teas like Jasmine and fruit or herbal teas). I'll cover these things, in depth, in a later post.


Fun, non drink related, uses for tea:

1) A wet tea bag can reduce the pain of a razor burn.
2) A cold, wet, tea bag can stop bleeding and pain of a lost tooth. (Also helpful to prevent dry socket after wisdom tooth removal).
3) You can put your used tea bags near your plants (like roses) to help nourish them. 
4) You can tea stain printed paper. Looks cool.
5) Increase the speed of decomposition in a composte heap.


There are a lot of uses for tea. I'm an avid believer in the medicinal uses for tea (I'll make another post on that, as well), and just the neat tricks like the ones above you can put them towards.


Home remedies are a must in my book, especially any involving tea. 

Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Smell of Watermelon or Grass

If I had known the words to use,
I would've written you a song,
something sweet and just right,
that'd knock you off your feet.


Oh, I'd write it on the wall,
in a dozen notebooks, I'd fill them all.
I would take a moment, look them over, 
then scatter the pages.


Words are everything, it seems,
though simple actions speak much louder.
Who would have thought,
this would be about you and me?
What a broken duet.


Oh, I'd write it on the wall,
in a dozen notebooks (maybe more),
I'd fill them all (front and back, each page),
Look them over, just a moment,
Then rip apart each page.



Please tell me those unspoken phrases,
let me see that feeling in your eyes. 
I would've written you a song, 
would've told you every lie, made everything better,
would've let you know, that I'm hiding everything.
You can have it all now. 
It was yours anyway. 



Broken heart, a hundred pieces on the floor,
Didn't take it well, left everything on the ground. 
I'm nothing but a voice without ability.
A charity case without destination. 


Oh, I'd write it on the wall,
in a dozen notebooks, I'd fill them all.


Saturday, July 9, 2011

You Make Me Smile

Two.. one two three..
I like your messy hair. I like the clothes you wear.
I like the way you sing and when you dance with me.
Ready set here we go.
I don’t know why I love you.
I just know I can’t stop thinking of you
OH WAIT oh oh oh oh oh
It’s cause you make me smile
oh oh oh oh oh
You always make me smile
I like that rainbow pair of gym shoes that you wear.
I like the chance you take. I like the mess you make.
I don’t know why I love you.
I just know I can’t stop thinking of you
OH WAIT oh oh oh oh oh
It’s cause you make me smile
oh oh oh oh oh
You always make me smile
I like that rainbow pair of gym shoes that you wear.
I like the way you sing and when you dance with me.
I like the face you make and when you dance with me.
I like the rules you break and when you dance with me.
I like the cake you bake and when you dance with me.
I like the chance you take so won’t you dance with me?
I don’t know why I love you.
I just know I can’t stop thinking of you
OH WAIT
It’s cause you make me smile
You always make me smile
I don’t know why I love you.
I just know I can’t stop thinking of you
OH WAIT oh oh oh oh oh
It’s cause you make me smile
oh oh oh oh oh
You always make me smile
oh oh oh oh oh
You always make me smile
I don’t know why I love you. (You always make me smile)
I just know I can’t stop thinking of you
OH WAIT oh oh oh oh oh
It’s cause you make me smile
oh oh oh oh oh
You always make me smile
You always make me smile


Lyrics by Kyle Andrews 

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Sometimes

Sometimes, you make big mistakes. Mistakes that mean more than you think they would until you realize the gravity of what you’ve done. Sometimes those mistakes kill everything you’ve ever wanted. But sometimes those mistakes make you value it all the more.

Sometimes you want something so bad, you make yourself not want it to protect your heart.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

It's an odd feeling

but it's like, Andy has a date with someone, and I'm not upset. I thought I would be, or that I'd feel something different. My first and honest reaction was that I smiled and thought "cuuute". Because really, I'm sure I was a terrible first girlfriend to have, and I hope this works out better for him. Truly, he seems really happy about it all and that makes me happy.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Then It Makes Sense

My heart lines itself out and says "If I'm not ready to be married, I'm not ready to be dating."

The Potential To Fall In Love

 The last --- I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose.Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.
Chuck Klosterman

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy:

I want to go somewhere I've never been, and I'd like to go with you. 


~Trillian

Friday, June 10, 2011

Black and White

Nothing but black. Like closing your eyes. Solid, comforting black. Almost peaceful. Not like white. White is clean. It makes you anxious. You feel like you are going to dirty something so pure. Something so delicate you can't harm it. No, black is much better. You can't soil what is already soiled. Black holds the unknown. Peace, comfort, safety, and all things not allowed in this damned world.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

The Vents Are Melting

I need --- because --- make me feel like there's something left to love,
in this girl who was forced to grow up fast,


and never grew up at all. 


I thought if I stood up and held on, then maybe when the floods came I wouldn't drown.


Alone, alone alone,


but lonely doesn't always mean sad. 

Monday, April 4, 2011

It's Beginning To Get To Me

I want something
That's purer than the water
Like we were

It's not there now
Ineloquence and anger
Are all we have

Like Saturn's rings
An icy loop around me
Too hard to hold

Lash out first
At all the things we don't like
Or understand

And it's beginning to get to me
That I know more of the stars and sea
Than I do of what's in your head
Barely touching in our cold bed

Are you beginning to get get my point
That all this fighting with aching joints
It's doing nothing but tire us out
No one knows what this fight's about

The answer phone
The lonely sound of your voice
Frozen in time

I only need
The compass that you gave me
To guide me on

And it's beginning to get to me
That I know more of the stars and sea
Than I do of what's in your head
Barely touching in our cold bed

Are you beginning to get get my point
That all this fighting with aching joints
It's doing nothing but tire us out
No one knows what this fight's about

It's so thrilling but also wrong
Don't have to prove that you are so strong
'Cause I can carry you on my back
After our enemies attack

I tried to tell you before I left
But I was screaming under my breath
You are the only thing that makes sense
Just ignore all this present tense

We need to feel breathless with love
And not collapse under its weight
I'm gasping for the air to fill
My lungs with everything I've lost

We need to feel breathless with love
And not collapse under its weight
I'm gasping for the air to fill
My lungs with everything I've lost

Thank You Keane

I don't wanna be adored
Don't wanna be first in line
Or make myself heard
I'd like to bring a little light
To shine a light on your life
To make you feel loved

No, don't wanna be the only one you know
I wanna be the place you call home

I lay myself down
To make it so, but you don't want to know
I give much more
Than I'd ever ask for

Will you see me in the end
Or is it just a waste of time
Trying to be your friend
Just shine, shine, shine
Shine a little light
Shine a light on my life
Warm me up again

Fool, I wonder if you know yourself at all
You know that it could be so simple

I lay myself down
To make it so, but you don't want to know
You take much more
Than I'd ever ask for

Say a word or two to brighten my day
Do you think that you could see your way

To lay yourself down
And make it so, but you don't want to know
You take much more
Than I'd ever ask for

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Why?

xxxx

Was it something I said?

I'm so confused, I must be losing it, this cant be right
I never knew that you could choose to love someone then change your mind
So I just wonder why and was it something I said
You tell me once, you tell me twice, you tell me three times more
Tell me everything I want to hear and nothing more

Cause you know I am on your side no matter what you do
With every consequence it's your defense on why its mine
And I could take it if I knew just why I waste my time with you
So I just have to find out

Was it something I said to you?
Was it something we can't work through?
Was it something I made you do?
Or was that something you?

So let me ask you I just have to now that you're not mine
Do you feel free, have what you need or do you still feel scared inside
Cause I am on the line and don't know what to do
No you know I am on the line so

Was it something I said to you?
Was it something we can't work through?
Was it something I made you do?
Or was that something you?

Sometimes I'm bold and brash; and sometimes I'm prone to crash
Sometimes I say too much; and sometimes it's not enough
But I'll never hold you back from something you want so bad
Just tell me so I'm not sad, was it something I said?

Something I said to you?
Was it something we can't work through?
Was it something I made you do?
Or was it something I said to you?

~*~*~

Thank you Safetysuit, for your insight.