I never went boatin’
Don’t get how they are floatin’
And sometimes I get so scared of what I can’t understand…
I was gonna make this another one-photo post, cause I’m so happy with the close-up of this… but I wanted to do justice to the fullness of this adorable outfit… so I included the full-body as well. And can you say feet jewelry?! Yes, please! (You’ll see this jewelry and the shoes it can be worn with again, closer up, in an upcoming post, I’m sure.)
Continue reading “Confession .106. I Always Thought I Would Sink, So I Never Swam…”
Just slow down, if You want me
A man wants to be approached cool and romantically
I’ve got needs, just like You
And if the conversation’s good
Vibrations through and through…
Today is a one picture day. I’m not really sorry. Lol. I was just inspired for this one… and it shows everything I needed it to. So, yeah…
Anyway! I promised you guys when I was accepted as a blogger for Aisling and Voluptas Virtualis that I would tell you the story about how Aisling is the reason I’m as addicted to Gachas as I am. The time has come for that story!
Continue reading “Confession .105. We Don’t Have To Take Our Clothes Off…”
You said I’m too much to handle
You said I shine too bright
I burnt the candle
Flew too high
So here’s the thing…
(Oh lord, it always feels like I’m about to get real angry or passionate when I start with “here’s the thing”… I notice it in discussions lately too. So, my apologies if this becomes a passionate ranty post. Lol.)
Let’s chat about the term: Topping From the Bottom.
Continue reading “Confession .104. But I Scream Too Loud When I Speak My Mind…”
I’m sorry I’m not the most pretty…
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney…
But I still wanna dance with somebody…
I was told in a discussion earlier that a different color of this makeup I was wearing made me look like Effie Trinket from Hunger Games? I’ve admittedly never read the books or seen the movies (*ducks*), so I had to Google her and decided to adjust the makeup accordingly to make the look a little more true to her.
For someone who hasn’t seen it, I’d like to think I did decently. And it was a fun way to give this styling a sense of purpose, aside from “These are all pretty things!”
Continue reading “Confession .103. I Just Wanna Dance With Somebody…”
Don’t want what you’re offerin’, and I’m done talkin’
Awfully sad it had to be that way
So tell my people when they’re ready, that I’m ready
And I’m standing by the TV with my beanie low
Yeah, I’ll be over here…
“I guess right now You’ve got the last laugh…”
Today is one of those days where music will speak my feelings more accurately and eloquently than I can in my own words. Especially lately, when I’m not sure if there’s a place to fit in in this giant place we call Second Life anymore.
So I guess until I figure that out… uh… I’ll be over here…
Continue reading “Confession .102. An Anti-Social Pessimist, But Usually I Don’t Mess With This…”
I ain’t never been the one to wait up
Waiting for a Man to save me
Independent, got my own stuff
I’m good, I’m good…
Is it really that hard to believe that I’m a grown-ass adult who makes my own decisions, and will inevitably take responsibility for those decisions should they go wrong or right?
I don’t understand what’s so hard to understand about that.
Continue reading “Confession .101. This Time Keep Yours, Cause I Got Mine…”
I wish I was, I wish I was
Brave enough to love You…
For starters, this post won’t be to everyone’s taste. Sometimes, a blogger just has to blog for themselves… for what they want to do, what they want to show, and the people they want to show that to. Sometimes, people deserve a certain recognition in a public forum, and for a blogger, their blog is the place to do that.
Because I know that some people wouldn’t read those above lines, I was sure to not include any sponsored items in here that I had not already showcased prominently before, as this pose does not show off much. But that’s because the clothes are not the point in this one.
The pose is the point. The people are the point. The words are the point.
Continue reading “Confession .100. I Wish I Was Brave Enough…”