Some nerve You have to break up my lonely
And tell me You want me
How dare You march into my heart
Oh, how rude of You to ruin my miserable
And tell me I’m beautiful…
I’ve blogged this song before. Sue me. 😛
I figured what would be better photos on the first day of being even remotely locked down (cause let’s be honest, the first few days are light) than photos of Master and I.
Aren’t we adorable. Lol.
Continue reading “Confession .112. So All That I’m Asking Is That You Handle Me With Caution…”
And when You start to look at me, a physical fatality
And You surrender to the heat, You know
I can put on a show, I can put on a show
Don’t You see what You’re finding?
This is heaven in hiding.
Funny how I magically start blogging more often with that huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Gee, it’s almost like that oppressive, abusive presence was affecting the day-to-day life of people y’all claim to care about, yeah?
Sorry… I’m still kinda grumpy it took so long for some people to see how this person is.
Continue reading “Confession .110. I Walk My Talk, No Time For Wishful Thinking…”
But I don’t let Him touch me anymore…
I said, “I’m not something to butter up and taste when You get bored.”
Cause I have spend too many nights on dirty bathroom floors
To find some peace and quiet right behind a wooden door…
He said, “Please don’t go away.”
I said, “It’s too late.”
Continue reading “Confession .109. But He Could Make Me Golden If I Just Showed Some Respect…”
Just slow down, if You want me
A man wants to be approached cool and romantically
I’ve got needs, just like You
And if the conversation’s good
Vibrations through and through…
Today is a one picture day. I’m not really sorry. Lol. I was just inspired for this one… and it shows everything I needed it to. So, yeah…
Anyway! I promised you guys when I was accepted as a blogger for Aisling and Voluptas Virtualis that I would tell you the story about how Aisling is the reason I’m as addicted to Gachas as I am. The time has come for that story!
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I’m sorry I’m not the most pretty…
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney…
But I still wanna dance with somebody…
I was told in a discussion earlier that a different color of this makeup I was wearing made me look like Effie Trinket from Hunger Games? I’ve admittedly never read the books or seen the movies (*ducks*), so I had to Google her and decided to adjust the makeup accordingly to make the look a little more true to her.
For someone who hasn’t seen it, I’d like to think I did decently. And it was a fun way to give this styling a sense of purpose, aside from “These are all pretty things!”
Continue reading “Confession .103. I Just Wanna Dance With Somebody…”