Maybe I’m not pretty, maybe I’m just fun ‘Cause I got a belly and I got a bum And I’m always jelly of all the other ones With their itty bitty bellies and their rump-ump-ump-bums…
I’ve blogged this song before, but it popped back up in my recommended and wound up on repeat again. The whole thing is worth a listen if Y/you have the time. 🙂
Spilling teardrops on my pillowcase My mascara always goes to waste…
So this happened. Lol. Sometimes I find something that inspires me to go in a completely different direction than what I normally look like. This wasn’t even the first look I started with – I tried all colorful and pretty, complete with pink freckles, but in the end, I settled on my darker side.
You have a hard time making sense of this I’m the most low-key masochist The wrong place if you’re looking for Heaven So I got one question…
I’m so creatively blocked again. I took 2 different versions of this photo with different looks completely. Not that I didn’t like the first one – I felt super cute! – but I just couldn’t blog it for whatever reason. So today is another one of those days that you’re going to get song lyrics instead of my thoughts. I hope Y/you don’t get too angry. ♥
My room feels so small These walls are closing in and there’s no door I’m out of space I’ve been washed out, washed out I’m running from myself Losing focus I’ve been washed out, washed out Yeah, I’ve been going through hell…
“Beware of the One that slaps you with one hand then strokes you with the other. Addicted to creating chaos. Raising you up, only to cut you down. The best thing you can do is wash away the past and start afresh.” A quote from an image that one of the Pages I follow on Facebook shared tonight – and that was what made me sit down to write tonight instead of putting this post off until tomorrow. That, and this damned song.
What are you gonna tell her when she’s wrong? Will you just shrug and say it’s been that way all along? What are you gonna tell her when she figures out That all this time you built her up just so the world could let her down? Yeah, what do you tell her? What are you gonna tell her?
Some of you have never heard this song, and after the events of today i’m going to make you cry like i have been all day. My apologies in advance. Today, in light of what is going on in Washington DC, i felt like i needed one of my “just the lyrics” posts… because these lyrics ring so true for the state of our country right now, unfortunately.
Honestly the only reason i’m posting is because i wanted to lose myself in Photoshop for awhile. Hence this picture is different than what i usually do. There are no words i can say that will describe my feelings of heartbreak like the lyrics of this song.
What if i, what if i trip; what if i, what if i fall Then am i the Monster? Just let me know… What if i, what if i sin; what if i, what if i break Then am i the Monster? Just let me know…
Ohey. It’s been a minute. RL is having a time of it right now, so these blogs might be a little more intermittent while some stuff is up in the air. But i’ll keep posting as much as i’m able. Especially about things like today’s topic… a little birdy told me some super exciting news!
And it feels like yesterday was a year ago But I don’t wanna let anybody know ‘Cause everybody wants something from me now And I don’t wanna let ’em down
Today has been… interesting. Have you ever had one of those moments where you kinda hope someone will come clean to you about something that may or may not be no longer your business… but at one point it very much was? Does that even make any sense? Let me explain…
So let me just give up, let me just let go If this isn’t good for me, well, i don’t wanna know Let me just stop trying, let me just stop fighting i don’t need Your good advice or reasons why i’m alright You don’t know what it’s like…
Hopelessness is a feeling with unfathomable depth. Each time Y/you think Y/you’ve hit rock bottom with it, S/someone or something else can push Y/you just a little bit deeper. Let Y/you sink just a little bit further down… and at some point i worry that i won’t have enough oxygen left to swim to the surface. It’s a dangerous game of chicken to play, and eventually, S/someone’s going to lose.