Confession .361. Will You Hold Me Tight And Not Let Go?

And now Your song is on repeat
And I’m dancin’ on to Your heartbeat
And when You’re gone, I feel incomplete
So if You want the truth
I just wanna be part of Your symphony…

I’m back amongst the realm of the living – sort of. I’ve been down with some kind of virus for the last week that I’ve assumed was just the flu (had a negative covid test, so no lectures about getting tested, please lol) and I’m finally starting to feel a bit more like myself.

Confession .301. So I Took A Breath And Made A Wish And Blew Them All Away…

When I was a little girl, my mama said to me
“What’s your favorite flower, darling? I’ll get you the seed”
I said “Dandelion, Dandelion, ” that one’s so pretty
She said, “Child, that one’s not a flower, that one’s just a weed”

Oh, what a same.  Now it don’t look the same.  Guess it don’t look the same.  Oh, what a shame.

Confession .162. If You Like Someone, Don’t Blatantly Bite From Them…

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.

Confession .145. All Of Your Lovers Eventually Fade And Leave You Alone In The Bed You Made…

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.

Confession .141. You Use Your Words As A Weapon, Dear…

My window’s cracked, they can be replaced
But your arm will tire, throwing stones my way…

So.  Here is why that SL Secret situation means less to me than it apparently does to some of you: There is too much going on in RL and SL to worry about petty people’s shit.

I hate to be that blunt (no I don’t), but it’s the truth at the moment.

Confession .114. Crossing Out My Exes And Ex-ing Out All Of My Losses…

And I never understood how you could treat me so heartless
Until I realized that you just needed mine

This is coming out on a Thursday, and I’m writing it the Friday before… so keep that in mind.  Lol.  By the time you read this, I will have already gone to my friend’s class.  But tonight, I am prepping to try and go to my friend’s dance class she’s teaching… in Gor.  And I haven’t been to Gor in, like, 10 months?

So of course, where do I go for Gor things but On A Lark!  I’m in love with this dress.  Granted, probably not something Master would approve of a slave wearing in Gor… too covered… buuuuut I think it’s pretty, so I decided to take pictures!

Confession .112. So All That I’m Asking Is That You Handle Me With Caution…

Some nerve You have to break up my lonely
And tell me You want me
How dare You march into my heart
Oh, how rude of You to ruin my miserable
And tell me I’m beautiful…

I’ve blogged this song before.  Sue me.  😛

I figured what would be better photos on the first day of being even remotely locked down (cause let’s be honest, the first few days are light) than photos of Master and I.

Aren’t we adorable. Lol.

Confession .110. I Walk My Talk, No Time For Wishful Thinking…

And when You start to look at me, a physical fatality
And You surrender to the heat, You know
I can put on a show, I can put on a show
Don’t You see what You’re finding?
This is heaven in hiding.

Funny how I magically start blogging more often with that huge weight lifted off my shoulders.  Gee, it’s almost like that oppressive, abusive presence was affecting the day-to-day life of people y’all claim to care about, yeah?

Sorry… I’m still kinda grumpy it took so long for some people to see how this person is.

Confession .109. But He Could Make Me Golden If I Just Showed Some Respect…

But I don’t let Him touch me anymore…
I said, “I’m not something to butter up and taste when You get bored.”
Cause I have spend too many nights on dirty bathroom floors
To find some peace and quiet right behind a wooden door…

He said, “Please don’t go away.”
I said, “It’s too late.”

Confession .101. This Time Keep Yours, Cause I Got Mine…

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.