My, my name was safest in your mouth
And why’d you have to go and spit it out?
Oh, your voice was the most familiar sound
But it sounds so dangerous to me now…
Do you care? Do you care? Why don’t you care? I gave you all of me: my blood, my sweat, my heart… and my tears. Why don’t you care? Why don’t you care?
I was there! I was there when no one was. Now you’re gone, and I’m here.
I have questions for you…
Continue reading “Confession .95. I Have Questions For You…”
You say you’re basic, you say you’re easy
You’re always riding in the back seat
Now I’m smiling from the stage while
You were clapping in the nose bleeds…
What’s this? Two days in a row? Sorry, guys… particularly with the ER fiasco (if you didn’t read my last blog… like actually READ it, you probably should… there’s some hilarity in there…) I’ve just been exhausted most of the time when I get home from work. The last couple of nights have been the only real nights that I’ve had any motivation to stay up.
And of course, they’re fueled by storiesssssss!
Continue reading “Confession .87. I Was Lightening Before The Thunder…”
One sip, bad for me
One hit, bad for me
One kiss, bad for me
But I give in so easily…
Gods, the last two weeks have been exhausting!
Those of you who don’t know… I started a new job in RL, working in a Cardiologists’ office as a Medical Assistant. And no… the apostrophe was not placed incorrectly there… there is more than one Cardiologist in this office.
As a matter of fact… there are TEN.
Continue reading “Confession .84. My Habits, They Hold Me Like A Grudge…”
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in the Father’s eyes…
It’s been awhile since I’ve put a ‘mostly square’ picture in here… so my apologies if that close up is huge. All the more to look at the pretty nails, though, my dear. 😀 Astralia is doing what I really feel like more people should be doing… and that is that she’s made actual mesh nails (in both Almond and Stiletto styles… I’m wearing Stiletto right now) to fit atop the Slink and Vista mesh hands… and then will work on add-ons, like these cute diamonds I’m also wearing, for these nails… rather than confining herself to the nails on the hands. There is also a creator kit, I believe, for those who want to make polishes for her nails. So ultimately, she’s a damn genius.
Sorry… had to gush a bit before I got into today’s post…
Continue reading “Confession .79. There IS Such A Thing As White Privilege…”
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!
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.
Continue reading “Confession .66. Opia”
Cause you are beautiful inside, so lovely and I
Can’t see why I’d do anything without you, you are
And when I’m not with you, I know that it’s true
That I’d rather be anywhere but here without you…
n. a state of exhaustion inspired by an act of senseless violence, which forces you to revise your image of what can happen in this world—mending the fences of your expectations, weeding out invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface—before propping yourself up in the middle of it like an old scarecrow, who’s bursting at the seams but powerless to do anything but stand there and watch.
“I can’t do this again,” my mother literally sobbed at me before taking another very long, hard swig from her beer can. What number this was, I’d lost count, but for the first time in a long time, I didn’t care. It seemed justified, somehow. Something about learning that your husband likely has cancer… again… seemed to make drinking a few beers and crying in your barn an ok reaction.
Continue reading “Confession .62. Kuebiko”
If I told You this was only gonna hurt
If I warned You that the fire’s gonna burn
Would You walk in? Would You let me do it first?
Do it all in the name of love…
So, in typical Tivi fashion… I am only useful to a friend of mine months after she needs it. *Laughs*
I’m going to tell you the story of how I met Master… because it kinda makes me giggle… and because as we go into 2017, rather than focusing on all of the shit that’s happened in 2016, I’d like to focus a bit on what made the end of my 2016 bearable.
And that’s two particular people in my life: Master, and Nova.
Some time ago, Nova was writing an article for an SL publication that I won’t name… cause I don’t feel like advertising them. *Laughs* Those of you that are Facebook friends with us both might know the mag I’m talking about, because Nova put out on her Facebook looking for success stories from people who had met their significant others on AvMatch. Yes, AvMatch is exactly what it sounds like… the eHarmony/Match.Com of Second Life.
Continue reading “Confession .58. Would You Fall In The Name Of Love?”
I’m not asking for a lot
Just that you’re honest with me…
My pride is all I got.
It’s been 7 months. You probably didn’t know that. I didn’t know it until I thought about it the other day and went back to look for my petition. 7 months since I wrote it and gave it to you. Do you remember how terrified I was?
I was, like, in tears when I gave it to you. Real talk? I wanted to run away. Or, I guess the SL equivalent is tp’ing away? Like… my stomach was in knots. I was terrified of you.
One of the people I’m closest to in this god-forsaken grid, and I was /terrified/ of you.
Continue reading “Confession .44. I Stand A Hundred Feet, But I Fall When I’m Around You…”
Please don’t make any sudden moves
You don’t know the half of the abuse…
So. One of the super exciting things that happened while I’ve been caught in externship hell, is that I was recently accepted into the blogging team for We ❤ RP! Now, those of you that have stuck with me for awhile on this platform know that I adore fantasy and roleplay stylings when I get the chance to do them, so of course this acceptance was completely humbling and thrilling.
It was also another sponsor from my blogger bucket list.
Continue reading “Confession .34. All My Friends Are Heathens…”
Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch
Didn’t they tell you that I was a savage?
Fuck your white horse and a carriage
Bet you could never imagine
Never told you, you could have it
I’m not going to be terribly long-winded, and for that I apologize. I’m incredibly tired at the moment, but I have good reason to be.
I am officially done with classes! Like, done done! *Happy dances*
Continue reading “Confession .32. Didn’t They Tell You That I Was A Savage?”