I am not afraid anymore Standing in the eye of the storm Ready to face this, dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth…
If you’ve been here for any length of time, you know decor is not my strong suit, but is something i’ve been trying to improve upon for years now. i think part of it is that i’m so rarely inspired by ‘just’ decor, as opposed to being inspired by fashion, makeup, hair, etc.
But today’s post, however, came easy, and i was truly inspired by the items i put together…
Had a Boogieman under my bed Putting crazy thoughts inside my head Always whispering, “It’s all your fault.” He was telling me, “No, you’re not that strong.”
So. Safe to say I’ve been screwed over a lot. Like… this might not sound like me, but I have this… inkling… to give people the benefit of the doubt far more often than I should. And as such, I suppose that makes me easy to take advantage of.
And yet… when I find I am taken advantage of, I’m STILL angry at the people who do it. As if I had nothing to do with letting them roll me over.
I buy my own things I pay my own bills These diamond rings, my automobiles…
“Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me honey…”
Is the fashion world in Second Life dead? Has fashion modeling died? What the hell is going on with it? I’ve seen these questions flying around the last month-ish or so… and I finally wanted to take a moment to breathe, sit down, and chat with you all a little bit about my experiences.
I’ve got issues, You’ve got ’em too So give them all to me and I’ll give mine to You Bask in the glory of all our problems Cause we’ve got the kind of love it takes to solve them I’ve got issues, and one of them is how bad I need You…
So I’m sitting in a discussion right now – I’m seeing a pattern of blogging in the background during discussions lately… I’m sorry! But I’m sitting in a discussion right now, and I’d even typed the title of this post and chosen the song before I hopped over here… only to find myself discussing one of the very words that I chose to use…
Basically, a more positive way to be called pushy, or – as the discussion topic brought up – a bitch.
Shoutout to my ex, You’re really quite the man You made my heart break at that made me who I am Here’s to my ex, hey, look at me now I’m all the way up, I swear You’ll never bring me down!
opia n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out.
I’ve always been one to kink for sensory deprivation. I always loved the idea of it within SL, and then when I went into the RL community, I experimented with it and found just as intense a love for it there as well. Though I think my enjoyment of it in RL came in a completely different form than I would have liked for it to.
I’m re-posting a post that I saw that I find myself very much agreeing with. I feel the need to repost this here because I’m seeing the post that it’s responding to circulating around my SL Facebook as well. The content of this post was originally written by Dina Leygerman, and can be found HERE.
A post is making rounds on social media, in response to the Women’s March on Saturday, January 21, 2017. It starts with “I am not a “disgrace to women” because I don’t support the women’s march. I do not feel I am a “second class citizen” because I am a woman….”
This is [her; Dina’s] response to that post.
Say thank you. Say thank you to the women who gave you a voice. Say thank you to the women who were arrested and imprisoned and beaten and gassed for you to have a voice. Say thank you to the women who refused to back down, to the women who fought tirelessly to give you a voice. Say thank you to the women who put their lives on hold, who –lucky for you — did not have “better things to do” than to march and protest and rally for your voice. So you don’t feel like a “second class citizen.” So you get to feel “equal.”
Although time may take us into different places I will still be patient with you And I hope you know I won’t let go…
This photo right here? Taken entirely by accident. Yay for happy accidents!
I guess that’s sort of the unofficial theme of today’s blog. Like the title says, I do dumb shit… a lot. And I do. I listen to other people sometimes far more than I should, and I used to take their opinion into consideration far too often. Now, like in an earlier blog I posted, I still believe that’s a very important thing to do professionally, because how else are you going to know when someone’s being a two-faced asshole who just wants to take advantage of you, professionally? But when it comes to personal relationships… I used to hold far too much stock in what other people told me.
Bittersweet in Your mouth… Can You stomach the doubt? I wish I could say what I’m feeling… I’m scared to let these words out
“Don’t go to war for me. I’m not the one that you want me to be. Don’t call me up at 2am tonight. It feels so damn good, and I wish you would. (Just don’t.) And don’t cry no more for me. Don’t waste your time convincing me that maybe someday we’ll get it right. Cause we never could. I wish that we would. But we won’t, so just don’t.”