Ohh… I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him…
Camila Cabello is too fucking catchy. Even if I find a lot of the music base-less and depth-less… I can’t help but listen to it on repeat. And that’s exactly why you’re getting one of her newer singles in this blog post today. Lmao.
Sorry, not sorry, if it gets stuck in your head.
Continue reading “Confession .146. Half Of My Heart Is In Havana…”
I found God, I found Him in a Lover
When His hair falls in His face, and His hands so cold they shake…
I found the Devil, I found Him in a Lover
And His lips like tangerine, In His color-coded speak…
Isn’t it wonderful… how exes never have the time to spend with you when you’re together, but have all the time in the world to stalk you when you aren’t anymore? Lol.
Make a single change to your profile, and they throw a mini temper tantrum.
Even when you’re doing exactly what they told you to do… not waiting on them. I’m not about to sit around and wait on you if you’ve pretty much told me to fuck off. Maybe old Tivi would have done that… but I don’t. I don’t have the time nor the energy to invest in people who are not going to do the same with me.
It’s just not what I’m about anymore.
Continue reading “Confession .83. I’ve Got A Lover And I’m Unforgiven…”
Everybody’s waiting up to hear if I dare speak Your name
Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole You left in me…
And everybody wants to know ’bout how it felt to hear You scream
They know You Walk like You’re a God, they can’t believe I made You weak…
“And I’m gonna write it all down, and I’m gonna sing it on stage, but I don’t have to fuckin’ tell You anything…”
That’s the beauty of this blog being mine. Lol. I was accused in the past, ironically enough, of dragging someone through the mud, or some equally ridiculous bullshit… for talking about my experiences in here. In this space that is mine. In this space that, mind you, I don’t play the ‘name and shame’ game when I’m speaking about negative experiences in my life.
I just tell you all what I’ve experienced and learned, so that hopefully you won’t have to learn the hard way. You can benefit from my mistakes, yeah? At least, I hope so.
Continue reading “Confession .82. We Wrote A Story In The Fog On The Windows That Night…”
Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise
Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised
Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it
Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.
Ironically, I’m sitting in a submissive discussion at the moment (sorry, Morti… I’m paying attention, I promise!) about whether submissives are often considered ‘soft’ and ‘snowflakey’… if they always need refuge and healing, and if that makes us appear ‘weak’.
And even before I ended up at this discussion, I was listening to the song that today’s blog post is based around… so it’s interesting that this is the connection I made with this topic. Haha.
Antisocial Darwinism 