Confession .258. You Like Broken Girls Cause They Make You Feel Put Together…

You love em sick, dig up all the ugly shit
Then You offer up Your remedy
Your tightened lips never let Your secrets slip
Your repressed memories aren’t impressing me…

i sat down last night with every intention of listening to Gabbie Hanna’s 2WayMirror EP all the way through.  i warned Y/you all i would be all about it when it came out, and to expect posts with the songs.  The problem is, i started listening to this first song and it wound up on repeat all night… so i still haven’t heard any of the rest of the album!

Confession .206. I Will Be Your Sword And Shield, Your Camouflage…

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.

Confession .205. Was I Made From A Broken Mold?

If teardrops could be bottled
There’d be swimming pools filled by models
Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore…

Sometimes I get to a breaking point – and the things that push me there are different each time.  But they usually seem overwhelming, when in all reality they are likely inconsequential.  However, the people that drag me out are sometimes the most unlikely.

Confession .202. Burning Cities And Napalm Skies…

I’m scared…
I’ve never fallen from quite this high
Falling into Your ocean eyes
Those ocean eyes…

Nothing like being away for a short while to make you want a *true* vacation.  Lol.

Confession .200. We Can Dive Down Deeper Instead…

I kissed a stranger in a white dress
She put a crown on top of my head
Said every King needs a Queen in His bed…

Forgive me if I get a little ranty tonight… there’s a particular piece of a conversation with a former friend that has been stuck in my head and really grinding me the wrong way.  I thought after having slept on it, I’d feel better about it… but I don’t, really… so here is my response…

Confession .177. You’re Going Through Six Degrees of Separation…

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle…
Fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth is when you admit, you may have fucked up a little…

First of all, someone please explain to me how I shot and edited this photo drunk and it still looks better than most of the other photos I’ve done lately.  *Chuckles*

Also, I’ve blogged this song before… years ago… with that exact chorus up at the top of the post.  Not sorry.

Anyway… I’ve been going through something the last couple days that I promised people I’d try to unpack here in this post.  If RL issues aren’t something you’re here to read about, or if you’re triggered by severe illness stories, then I’ll see you next time.  To everyone else… hi…

Confession .174. I Think She Means Well, But Man I Can’t Tell…

Immediately we find out then
That I can be blamed for this
Well, then You just figured out today…
And You’re so sweet You say
Go now and get Your own life and live it Your way…

This picture is having a ‘thick thighs save lives’ moment.  And I’m here for it.

Today’s outfit is kinda special… for a completely unspecial reason. Lol.  Let me tell you a story…

Confession .112. So All That I’m Asking Is That You Handle Me With Caution…

Some nerve You have to break up my lonely
And tell me You want me
How dare You march into my heart
Oh, how rude of You to ruin my miserable
And tell me I’m beautiful…

I’ve blogged this song before.  Sue me.  😛

I figured what would be better photos on the first day of being even remotely locked down (cause let’s be honest, the first few days are light) than photos of Master and I.

Aren’t we adorable. Lol.

Confession .100. I Wish I Was Brave Enough…

I wish I was, I wish I was
Brave enough to love You…

For starters, this post won’t be to everyone’s taste.  Sometimes, a blogger just has to blog for themselves… for what they want to do, what they want to show, and the people they want to show that to.  Sometimes, people deserve a certain recognition in a public forum, and for a blogger, their blog is the place to do that.

Because I know that some people wouldn’t read those above lines, I was sure to not include any sponsored items in here that I had not already showcased prominently before, as this pose does not show off much.  But that’s because the clothes are not the point in this one.

The pose is the point.  The people are the point.  The words are the point.

Confession .88. My Life, My Love, My Drive, It Came From… Pain!

I was choking in the crowd, building my rain up in the cloud
Falling like ashes to the ground
Hoping my feelings, they would drown
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, Limited… til it broke open and rained down
It rained down like…

I’ve bitten my tongue far too hard for far too long.  And tonight, I attempted to warn someone who was in a position to DO something about this particular individual, in terms of giving them access to a hunting ground of people to prey upon… and they did nothing.

So instead… here is my letter to the Predator’s current flavor of the week… and any who may come after her…