Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?
When I was younger, I loved all of the Disney movies, though Mulan was my favorite. Cause… badass woman doing what men think she can’t do simply because she wasn’t born with a penis? Yes, please.
However, as I grew older, I grew to have a bit of a love/hate relationship with Cinderella.
Continue reading “Confession .72. I Told You To Be Balanced, And I Told You To Be Kind”
No Masters or Kings
When the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin…
So, I found this cover today. Ellie Goulding’s voice and this song? *Swoons*
Anyway… sorry… where was I? Oh yeah! Cute things and black-and-white goodness!
I mentioned in my last post that Astralia was one of my newest sponsors. In my small hiatus, I gained a few amazing sponsors that have trusted their creations to me, and I couldn’t be more grateful. In this post, I’ll be introducing a few more of those to you: Kenny Rolands, Glamistry, and Facade.
Continue reading “Confession .71. She’s The Last True Mouthpiece”
You’ll never face a judge without me
You’ll never battle the gavel alone
And if they lock us away then I’ll still be here
Proudly waiting to kill more time, with You…
It’s Midnight Madness time!
And I’m super happy to show you one of my newest sponsors, Astralia, who is participating!
Astralia is a designer I’ve admired since she started designing. The boldness and softness of her textures, depending on her color scheme, and the detailing in her designs were some of the first things I noticed, and the things I’ve grown to love about her.
Continue reading “Confession .70. Be My Accomplice To My Crime”
Cause you are beautiful inside, so lovely and I
Can’t see why I’d do anything without you, you are
And when I’m not with you, I know that it’s true
That I’d rather be anywhere but here without you…
n. a state of exhaustion inspired by an act of senseless violence, which forces you to revise your image of what can happen in this world—mending the fences of your expectations, weeding out invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface—before propping yourself up in the middle of it like an old scarecrow, who’s bursting at the seams but powerless to do anything but stand there and watch.
“I can’t do this again,” my mother literally sobbed at me before taking another very long, hard swig from her beer can. What number this was, I’d lost count, but for the first time in a long time, I didn’t care. It seemed justified, somehow. Something about learning that your husband likely has cancer… again… seemed to make drinking a few beers and crying in your barn an ok reaction.
Continue reading “Confession .62. Kuebiko”
Touch me and then turn away
And put your hands into the flame
Tell me if you feel this pain
Cause I don’t want to be a ball and chain, no…
n. the moment of realization that your quintessential future self isn’t ever going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the gawky kid for whom nothing is easy, who spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before being shoved into the glare of your life, which is already well into its second act.
Have you ever had one of those moments where shows like Big Bang Theory make you wonder if, at any moment in your life, your future self will randomly show up in your living room because time travel has been invented in the future and you’re about to make a really stupid mistake?
Granted, I’m not sure what kind of mistake you’d be making in your living room alone on a Saturday night… but bear with me.
Continue reading “Confession .60. The Meantime”