Hey, we’re just kids, don’t it feel lovely
We sip rum and write songs til we feel funny
Outside til sunrise, we ain’t finished
Hey ma, give me five more minutes…
Consider yourself warned. Today is a little more serious. Both in a good and a ‘sad’ way. So, if that’s not your game today, then I’ll see you next time! ♥
Continue reading “Confession .163. Always Let The Bullshit Dominate My Focus…”
God, sorry if I sound too do-goody
But for the sake of our community
I’ma take the opportunity to let you know
There’s another stage after puberty…
Ok. So. I’m going to start this post by saying… sorry, not sorry. Everything I say in here is, and always has been, solely my opinion. That’s what my blog is for. To share my passion for photos and fashion in SL, along with my own personal thoughts about whatever is going on in my life at the moment.
And what’s going on in my life right now is all this Backdrop City drama.
Continue reading “Confession .162. If You Like Someone, Don’t Blatantly Bite From Them…”
Where would I, where would I be?
What would I do?
If You were, if You were there when I needed You?
I don’t think this particular post actually exists on social media anymore… I shared it last night on my Facebook page from Chris Crocker, but today I couldn’t find it on my page or his. I went looking and found a cached version that still had it, where I was able to grab the content because I feel like it is COMPLETELY true in the age of social media, and also in Second Life.
He may have deleted it because of social anxiety issues or any other reason really… it’s his page, but I felt the need to post it here. These words are not my own, but Chris Crocker’s.
Continue reading “Confession .150. You Gave Up, I Grew Up…”
So if you’re gonna stay, then stay
But if you’re gonna go
Make sure that you hurt me just enough to
Make me feel something, something…
A small break from the creepy to come back to just the general Fall/Autumn mood. This is the sorta stuff I miss in RL. Not that I would ever be able to wear boots like this in RL without breaking my neck… but just the need for warmer materials, longer-sleeves.
Hoodie weather used to be my favorite time of year.
Continue reading “Confession .145. All Of Your Lovers Eventually Fade And Leave You Alone In The Bed You Made…”
They get mad I keep on talkin’
Nevermind, I beg your pardon?
Guess I’m just too damned outspoken
They can’t take me anywhere…
Reviewing stuff normally isn’t my thing. I share narratives with you all usually, from my SL, my RL, a mixture of the two… whatever is on my mind. However, what is on my mind right now is this tool I picked up that I used for these photos… so today I’ma chat about it instead.
If this kinda blog isn’t your style, feel free to scroll to the end for credits of where to find the pretty. ❤
Also, I’m pretty sure I’ve blogged this song several times, but…
“Guess I didn’t get the message. Eff it, I don’t really care.”
Continue reading “Confession .123. A Closed Mouth Don’t Get Fed…”
I stopped into a church I passed along the way
Well I got down on my knees and I pretended to pray
You know the preacher likes the cold, He knows I’m gonna stay
California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day…
Someone commented on a past blog post that I did referencing my affinity for ‘stealing’ my first love’s cowboy hat and wearing it around all the time… including at my Senior prom, which I asked him to as my friend because all my friends were in long-term relationships and I didn’t want to go alone.
They asked me how I felt about being friends with him, knowing we would never be lovers, and how I got over him. I suppose today it’s time to tell more of that story.
Continue reading “Confession .122. All The Leaves Are Brown And The Sky Is Grey…”
So much on my mind, I think I think too much
Read between these lines, unspoken weight of words
But time comes to rest, when You are by my side it blurs…
As I was scrolling through Facebook – you know, procrastinating writing this post… lol – I happened across a photo that said pretty much exactly what I feel. Funny how that works.
“I really hate committing to people, because once I put all my effort into them, they usually leave and I’m stuck looking like an idiot.”
Continue reading “Confession .108. In A World Uncertain, Say You’ll Be My Stone…”