Confession .147. To Not Know Who I Am But Still Know That I’m Good Long As You’re Here With Me…

I don’t know what it is, but I got that feeling
Waking up in this bed next to you, swear the room – yeah – it got no ceiling
If we lay, let the day just pass us by
I might get to too much talking
I might have to tell you something…

“I like me better when I’m with You.”

I’m the one that will sabotage my own relationships.  I’ll get stir-crazy and feel trapped, despite WANTING to serve and be in that subservient place in my relationships… so I’ll sabotage myself, find an excuse to leave, and go.  Peace out, do not pass go, do not collect $200.

But not here… not this time…

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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.

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Confession .144. If Only The Clockwork Could Speak, I Wouldn’t Be So Alone…

Somebody shine a light
I’m frozen by the fear in me
Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me
So cut me from the line
Dizzy, spinning endlessly
Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me…

“If I break the glass, then I’ll have to fly.  There’s no one to catch me if I take a dive…”

I’m a sucker for a good marionette/puppet photo.  What can I say?  Besides, I still do my damnedest to keep most things on my Flickr ‘safe’, so I had to do some creative manipulating to show this awesome body chain out of Bound Box and still not get flagged.  Getting flagged isn’t on my to-do list today.

But anyway… this evening, I wanna chat about something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately: fitting inside other peoples’ boxes.

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Confession .143. Burn My Lungs And Curse My Eyes…

I taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you
So I damn your kiss and the awful things you do
Yeah, you’re worse than nicotine…

I’d apologize for my embracing the full-on creep-factor of October, but I’m not gonna.  Lol.

Honestly, I don’t even really get that into Halloween in RL, and I usually don’t in SL either… but honestly, it’s these damned eyes, eyeshadows, and lipsticks from Izzie’s in this Powder Pack.  I can’t get enough.  It inspires me to embrace my inner creepy bitch and push the boundaries of what I’m used to styling and posting.

And I can’t say I’m mad at it, really.

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Confession .142. Burn Our Troubles, Inhale Them All…

I can tell you what it feels like
To lose your home on a cold night
Can you see the blood in my red eyes?
Have another toke, we’ll forget life…

“We can bottle up our fear, brew a taste so sweet, knock us off our feet.”

The particular video of this song that I’m watching while I’m writing this has been out since July of 2016.  So my only question is…

WHERE THE HELL WAS I?!  I’m LOVING this song, and it’s been on repeat all night, hence it has managed to permeate this blog post.  Sorry, not sorry.

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