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.
‘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…
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.
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. ❤
Say what You mean out loud Drowning in silence when I’m lost in the crowd Cause every sweet thing You’d never speak It’s deafening Never knowing what could be Wish I could show You how… But You’re just a ghost now
This song… has had me fucked up for days. Days. So… now I’m gonna earworm it to all of you. You’re welcome.
Also… I went through hell to get this particular set of pictures, so I really hope you enjoy them… like, I logged in naked at a safe hub at one point, so y’all better like them. Lol.
Anyway… on to why this song has me so fucked up lately.
They get mad I keep on talkin’ Nevermind, I beg your pardon? Guess I’m just too damned outspoken They can’t take me anywhere…
Reviewing stuff normally isn’t my thing. I share narratives with you all usually, from my SL, my RL, a mixture of the two… whatever is on my mind. However, what is on my mind right now is this tool I picked up that I used for these photos… so today I’ma chat about it instead.
If this kinda blog isn’t your style, feel free to scroll to the end for credits of where to find the pretty. ❤
Also, I’m pretty sure I’ve blogged this song several times, but…
“Guess I didn’t get the message. Eff it, I don’t really care.”
Got a boy back home in Michigan And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him So I told him that I never really liked his friends Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again…
Hooray! I can start blogging the Miss Colour of Couture Challenges that we’ve done so far. I’m going to TRY my damnedest to keep up with them… the Photo challenges, like this one, will be easier to blog because the photos will be there and edited already, but the runway challenges will take more motivation to put back on and blog. Lmao.