My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
My kind of nights are the ones that don’t end
My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
And my kind of love, You won’t ever forget…
Well… happy freaking new year. Lol. Just like i said yesterday on Facebook, you’re not going to get some kind of “new year, new me” post out of me… because honestly, half the time i’m terrible at meeting goals, but to be perfectly frank? No one can really, truly, drastically change who they are. You’re given the body, the mind, the heart, the soul you’re given… and you can just work to improve it, to grow, and to learn… but you can’t expect to just be able to change everything. And certainly not in 365 days. So no… not ‘new year, new me’… just… new year, improving me.
Continue reading “Confession .235. And What About You, Mr. Poetry?”
So pull me up from down below
Cause i’m underneath the undertow
Come dry me off and hold me close
i need You now, i need You most
So… Avril Lavigne released new music. That was a thing that happened in the last couple of weeks. After HOW many years? Right, let’s all revel in that for a moment… especially since this song is… amazing.
W/we’re not going to mention how much i relate to these lyrics right now… nope… nope…
Continue reading “Confession .220. I Can’t Swim The Ocean Like This Forever, And I Can’t Breathe…”
Meet me on the battlefield, even in the darkest night
I will be Your sword and shield, Your camouflage
And You will be mine
Echoes of the shot ring out
We may be the first to fall
Everything could stay the same, or we could change it all…
I went a bit literal with this inspiration today – but as I mentioned to Tray who’s posing with me… I couldn’t be bothered to not take it literally. Sorry, not sorry.
Continue reading “Confession .206. I Will Be Your Sword And Shield, Your Camouflage…”
I’m sweet wine, but You want whiskey
I just wish I could be strong enough…
Still a faded Polaroid
But I can’t be something that I have never been…
Oh, look! It’s not just me in here today! Lol. Thank you, Magnus, for putting up with my shit lately, and especially in this photo.
Continue reading “Confession .199. To Your Major, I’m Minor, Breaking Every Single Chord You Play…”
So I asked to look back at all the messages You’d sent
And I know it wasn’t right, but it was fucking with my head
And everything deleted, like the past year was gone
When I touched Your face, I could tell You were moving on…
“And I reach for Your hand, but it’s cold; You pull away again, and I wonder what’s on Your mind.”
If you’re not here for sap and sadness – see you next time. Consider yourself duly warned ahead of time. It’s just kinda the space my head is in lately.
Continue reading “Confession .198. And I Feel The Color Draining From My Face…”