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…”
It’s so quiet here
And I feel so cold…
This house no longer
feels like home.
Let’s chat about how it took me two weeks to get into Collabor88. Or… we can ignore that fact. That sounds better! Lol. Cause I finally DID get in… and oh my gosh, so many cute things.
Continue reading “Confession .26. This House No Longer Feels Like Home”
Always gonna fly away, just because you know you can
Never gonna learn there’s no such place as Neverland
You don’t understand…
Yep. I jumped on the Luxe Box bandwagon. Now that we’ve got that out of the way…
“I guess I had a naive heart, cause boy, I let you have it…”
Continue reading “Confession .21. It’s Always “Happily Ever Never””
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-
Continue reading “Confession .20. What I Would Do To Be Loved”
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.
Continue reading “Confession .19. There’s No Going Back”
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…
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.
Continue reading “Confession .18. I Hold On Too Long”
Trying to push this problem up a hill
When it’s just too heavy to hold
Think now’s the time to let it slide…
Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it. If all the crap I tend to put myself through is really worth it. I am either on one end of the spectrum or the other…
Either I say “Fuck you” to everything, or I don’t know how to say no when I feel like people need my help…
Continue reading “Confession .17. I Wonder If It’s Worth It”
We’ll be lacing the same shoes
That we’ve worn through
To the bottom of the line…
“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.”
Continue reading “Confession .16. I Rarely Wear Shoes”
It’s hard to love the devil, He’s a hater
A dirty hypocrite, manipulator
Made a mama lose her kids
Made her go away for seventeen years
Not allowed to shed a tear
Growing up with all your phobic fears…
“But people tell me I’m just like my Daddy…”
“Ok then, Mitch…”
My mother says it to me because she knows it hurts. 3 words. You wouldn’t think three words could hurt that much, especially when they seem so… ordinary. But she does it on purpose. Half the time she does it as a joke, when I’m being a smartass, because she knows it will make me laugh.
But the other times?
Continue reading “Confession .15. I Am Not My Father”
Look at me, really look at me
Heart of a champion, eyes that have seen
Murder on my street, death on my block
Cops that be more criminal than cop…
“I see one shot, two shot, three shot, four. Daddy, I can’t take no more…”
I warned you all on Facebook to start expecting a string of Empire songs from the back half of season 2 to riddle my upcoming blog posts. I ADORE a vast majority of the music (with the exception of anything Tianna [Serayah] did) from this part of the season, and so it’s definitely enough musical fuel to keep me going for a bit.
Continue reading “Confession .14. The Sun Will Always Shine”