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Confession .20. What I Would Do To Be Loved

You unfolded your arms and you unclenched your fists
And I dropped all my bags and then on that star I wished
What I would do… what I would do to be loved
By, by you…


Voshie says I need to categorize my posts… so I’m going to be trying to do that here at some point.  Bear with me.  I’m really bad at it.  A lot like when I first started tagging my posts.  -laughs-

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Confession .19. There’s No Going Back

So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me close until our eyes meet
You won’t ever be alone
Wait for me to come home…


This is either a strength or a weakness of mine… and I’m not above calling it both.  Situation pending.  Once you fuck me over, there’s usually no going back.  I say usually, because of course there are exceptions that prove the rule… however, 8 times out of 10, once that line is crossed, it doesn’t get crossed the other way.

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Confession .18. I Hold On Too Long

I believe this is bigger than you and me
You will see the crowd swelling in revelry
I am ready, and if that means goodbye
Then it’s time to fly, into the light
Nothing but sky and the strong battlecry…

Battlecry 2

I am ready, and if that means goodbye…

… then maybe I’m not ready.  Maybe I’ve never been ready.  Maybe I’ll never be ready.

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Confession .16. I Rarely Wear Shoes

We’ll be lacing the same shoes
That we’ve worn through
To the bottom of the line…

Roman Holiday

“We’ll be looking for sunlight, or the headlights, til our wide eyes burn blind.  We’ll be lacing the same shoes that we’ve worn through to the bottom of the line.  And we know that we’re headstrong, and our heart’s gone, and the timing’s never right.  But for now let’s get away on a Roman holiday.”

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Confession .13. I’m Not Strong Enough

I’ve been sleepless at night
Cause I don’t know how I feel
I’ve been waiting on you
Just to say something real

Let It All Go

“Who says truth is beauty after all?”

Confession #13.  And rather than being an ‘unlucky’ confession of sorts, I figured I’d be no less real than I’ve been with the rest of them.  I’m not strong enough.  I’m not.

Even in all this armor, I’m not strong enough.

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Confession .11. My Body Is Trying To Kill Me

The fire used to burn, and the words used to hurt
But you’re not like us, you are different
I couldn’t see that that was a compliment


My body is trying to kill me.  However, if you remotely pay attention to my Facebook, then you likely know the mess that’s been going on.  My apologies for not being around much.  I’m slowly sorting through my objects folder with stuff from sponsors, Fantasy Faire, and other craziness.  There’s so much.  I’m so sorry that I’m such a disorganized mess lately.

Let’s recount how my life has gone since the last time I blogged… on the 8th…

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Confession .07. I’m A Pessimistic Optimist

Takin’ all the shots, I ain’t missin’ any freethrows
We just touched down, like Marino
Bitch, I’m in the building
I think it’s time to reload…


Holy wow.  So many good things this week.  So many good things.  ❤

For those of you who didn’t know, from, like, the 21st of March until yesterday, the 28th, I was involved in AlterEgo’s 7th Face Off contest.  To me, it was the closest thing to a “Face” contest this brand would ever hold, and so, being that AlterEgo has been my obsession for far longer than I like admitting sometimes, of course I entered, and I was determined to end up on top.

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Confession .05. I Drive My Grandmother’s Car

I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up every back road in this town
I find a field, tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck…

I Drive Your Truck

“Mama asked me this morning if I’d been by your grave.  But that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you, anyway…”

Something about being in this peaceful sim in a pretty new dress with some hair reminiscent of the ‘old Tivi’ just made me smile and get a bit nostalgic today.  I am blessed to have the sponsors that I have, and while I don’t do this often, I’d like to personally thank Mami Jewell of -AZUL- and Casandra Rain of enVOGUE for unknowingly giving me the excuse to have a rather bittersweet, tender kind of past few hours while editing these pictures and reflecting while I listen to this song and write.  It was sad, but it was a heart-warming kind of sad… if that makes sense.

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