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 .134. Tell The Truth…

One day the skeletons are gonna come out
One day the elephant in the room will make a sound
Watch out for lions and tigers and bears
It’s about to hit the fan, you better beware…
Tell the truth…

“In the dark, they hide from the truth.  In the end, they lie to you.”

I’m fully prepared to be called a ‘crown chaser’ after making this post… and to potentially be on the receiving end of some all-caps responses… because, you know… #YellingOnTheInternet… but that’s still not going to stop me from recounting my experiences.

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Confession .129. Low On Self-Esteem, So You Run On Gasoline…

Are you deranged like me?  Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers cause you’ll never take the blame like me?

“Are you insane like me?  Been in pain like me?”

I just love how… harsh and raw this song is.  I’m pretty sure I’ve blogged it, like, 600 times, but it’s in my head lately because I’m pretty sure I’m going to dance it this weekend at the invitational Display of Riches in Teehra, so I’m trying to work it out.  It’s just kinda short… so some… finagling…

Sorry.  I might’ve gotten lost in music land for a bit.

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Confession .127. Baby, I’m Right Here…

‘Cause I wanna touch you, baby
And I wanna feel you, too
I wanna see the sunrise and your sins
Just me and you…

Hi, my name is Deia, and I’m an insecure cow.

A lot of you are sitting here saying, “But Deia, you’re a massive, arrogant cunt.  What do you mean you’re insecure?”  To those of you… first of all, thank you.  I consider that a term of endearment, considering I’ve been called much worse.  Lol.  But secondly, allow me to explain to you how that works…

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Confession .126. I Could Not Bare To Lie To You, To Lie With You…

Money won’t pay for Your problems
You gotta fix them Yourself
Vices and pity won’t solve them
Stop feeling bad for Yourself

Sort of a follow-up to yesterday’s post.  (Cause I’m writing this a couple hours later, and scheduling it ahead… cause I felt super productive with my photos tonight/this morning.)

I realize yesterday’s post was kinda sorta super angry.  That’s kinda what this blog is sometimes… stuff stays bottled up and then I find something perfect… like that Polaroid pose yesterday… and it all comes flooding out.  Again, there’s a super convenient ‘x’ in the upper right of your screen if you’re not a fan of the occasional word-vomit when it’s needed.

Today will be less ranty.

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Confession .125. Assembling Their Philosophies From Pieces Of Broken Memories…

If You love me, let me go…
Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
Truth be told, I never was Yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart…

That close-up photo may or may not be petty.  Truthfully, I’m sick of worrying whether it’s petty or not.  It made me smile, and so I took and edited the photo, and now I’m posting it.  You don’t like it, you can click the x… no one is forcing you to be here.

That last bit?  Not to those of you that read and are supportive.  Mostly directed at the drama-mongerers that wanna come in my box or sub me on Facebook about stuff I write here.  Lol.  I see you, boo.  And I don’t care.  ❤

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