Also, for fun, I bought these really cheesy red horns below that just look fantastic on my dark hair, but I think I'll do something more daring than dressing up as a she-devil. Hmm...
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Please help me.
Fucking 5 am and still haven't managed to fall asleep!
Got really close to falling asleep about 4 times round 3 am, but was interrupted by phone calls and texts, and my subconscious reminding me of the embarrassing things that happened to me this past year.
Please readers, any cure for insomnia or a way to get selective amnesia is welcome.
Thank you.
Confidence is sexy.
Ex: Beth Ditto. This woman is just so inspirational. She is what she is, and she loves it. ALL of it.
I see some people force laxatives or a finger down their throat on a daily basis, and I just wish that they would just look in the mirror and accept themselves. They're fine and their body is beautiful the way it is.
If you don't love yourself, why should anyone else love you?
Feeling lighter, almost euphoric...
The opposite of anhedonic
The heart opens up to the world...
Bloodstone, I thank thee
As inner peace settles in.
For freeing my angel within.
Symphonic for romance
Folk for fun
Viking for faraway
Black for Christ
Nu for rebellion
Power for confidence
Pagan for creed
Glam for party
Thrash for intolerance
Heavy for love of music
Speed for motivation
Industrial for hardheartedness
Goth for solitary moments
Let the festivals begin!
A masked muscular man
Approaches me, whip in hand.
I know not why I'm being punished,
Yet a twisted part of me takes pleasure in the pain.
"Stop!" dare I yell?
Or shall I be punished yet again?
I am ashamed that I yearn more
Of a maltreatment so gore.
Master orders me on my knees,
Then has his way with me.
The sick pleasure delights us further and further
As we die inside each other.
Most men believe that women, after sexual intercourse, feel the need to justify the connexion by a relationship...
Most women, after sexual intercourse, feel the need to justify the connexion by a relationship.
Some women don't.
Gentlemen! Some women, after intercourse, especially intercourse that has occurred a little too early, feel the need to forget the man snoring beside them and move on to the next lucky bastard.
Women need to get over themselves and stop calling each others "sluts", "bitches", and "whores" if we want to get over the stereotype of wanting intense relationships, no matter how bad they are, and have a little fun.
We live in a time of supposed sexual equality, yet men still dominate the court of one night stands, and Ladies, it's all our fault.
1. You always contradict me, even when I'm right and you know it
2. You compliment me just after pissing me off because you know it makes me forget why I'm supposed to be mad at you
3. You need to wax but still look hot sporting the ape-man look
4. You never look at my expensive, hot, new lingerie, just enjoy ripping it off
5. You always joke and hint about S&M but never buy the whip and cuffs hanging in MagicX
6. You eat enough for 3 but never gain weight
7. You think vampires are stupid because you have only heard of those in Twilight
8. You hate it when we watch a movie with Hugh Jackman yet Megan Fox is your screensaver
9. You enjoy getting me horny when I get my period
10.You can't watch Brokeback Mountain because the gay scenes make you uncomfortable yet you want to have a threesome
11.Despite the first 10 things I still love you
Just got back from a weekend in the country...
Country boys are so different from city boys.
Polite, but very direct! But I don't mind them staring down at my peaches (or melons, hehe). Very sexy bodies as well... Tanned just right, muscular arms, all that without a day in the gym.
Sure you can't stand a long conversation with them... But sexy is what sexy is. And no amount of time is wasted.
Bloody red
Yearning for the sweet taste
Of the life you sow
The seed of living
I feel your heart pulsing
As I take you in
Come to me
Come for me
Embrace me, feel me
Deep in me
We all have one friend who is a hopeless romantic and believes that no matter what's wrong with her, she'll end up with true love.
Well let's say you look like gorgeous Audrey Hepburn or Betty Grable, and what's wrong with you is that you don't shower more than once a week, I'm positive that you'll find someone who'd love you anyway.
I love Beth, but she's a tomboy who never wears make-up, hardly brushes her hair and wears the same old white Adidas shoes no matter what occasion. I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with that (well maybe a little), but Ms. Beth will only find men who look like Abercrombie models to be acceptable and up to her liking.
Ladies, if you feel the need to look like a teenage boy and wear smelly old gym-shoes... Aim lower!
I'm not saying this to make anyone feel bad, I'm just trying to give you lovely girls a wake-up call.
Abercrombie look-a-likes are generally in their twenties. Men in their twenties are not deep or soulful (generally), and are visual creatures. The prettier the package, the more they'll be interested, and ladies, I believe that in 2010 if you play your cards (make-up, accessories, clothes) right, you cannot not be pretty. I'm not saying that you have to look like any of those over-tanned fake-blondies who either are very snobby or giggle too much, I sure don't. Be yourself, but make an effort.
Of course they won't notice when you get something new... Yet they always notice that something's different.
They see the whole picture, not the Vivienne Westwood shoes.
There's nothing that pisses me off more than cheap bastards. The kind who ask you out by yelling at you across the street. The kind who say they think your "ya-yas" look "fiiiine". The kind who wear knock-off Lacoste T- shirts and jeans belted on their knees. The kind who think the reason you wear less clothing in the summer is to get their attention and not make the national heatwave bearable.
Sure wearing low tops is not unlike an invitation for men to spare a peak at the lovely female anatomy budding underneath, but there's a time limit to what's socially acceptable. Isn't "socially acceptable" what separates us from dogs in heat? But I digress...
It's just a pain that every time you go downtown, at least one bastard is waiting to pounce on every evidence of female genitalia in front of every metro station, bus station, shop, boutique or even Starbucks. We shop to forget about men, remember?
I have never seen it work for them either! What do you need to get a hint?
Maybe I'm just too quick to judge the cheap bastards. Maybe they'll find the love of their lives years before us "uptight bitches". Maybe the crocodile on their shirt is really Lacoste, hence making them just bastards. Maybe one day, I'll be happy for a guy to yell about my "ya-yas" across the street.
Then again... Maybe not.
I woke up this morning to find a text from Mr. J.
J. was a guy with whom I was on the verge of starting a relationship a few months ago, but decided not to because of our age difference (12 years older).
Isn't it ironic that Mr. Not-so-perfect and I were the same age and things went to hell anyway?
So what now? I wasn't sure if I was keen on seeing J. again, but then was this one of these things religious people would call signs?
And also... J. and I were perfect opposites. I loved to read, he loved to bike. I enjoyed going out, and he enjoyed a quiet beer at home. I LOVED sex but aren't men's libido supposed to go way down after 30?
Last time we had sex it was OK, but was OK enough to compensate for our lack of conversation?
More importantly... Did I still have time to waste with men in bad relationships?
Where're my men at??
After yesterday morning's disastrous wake-up call, I decided it was time for change. I didn't want little boys in my life anymore. I wanted tall, dark and very sexy men.
I realized this while I was indulging myself in a vanilla and fudge ice cream by the lake. Wonderful day by the way. Summer's back!
So there he was eyeballing me while I was undressing him mentally. Here was a truly gorgeous guy telling me how sexy I was without even opening his mouth. To think that Mr Not-so-perfect couldn't even manage that in our intimate settings. Didn't take all that much to get my self esteem back up after all.
Or down again...
When I got back home, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and saw a total mess. How was I supposed to find/fuck someone new with same clothes I flaunted in front of my exes/fucks?
But that may be another excuse for a spring summer shopping spree...
Good morning,
Hope you're having a pleasant one, because I sure ain't honey.
I fucked up, fucked him up, fucked us up, and was fucked in every other sense of the term.
This is what happens when you fuck to early on in the relationship... And when you fuck like a slut.
It's been so long since I've been in a relationship, I wonder if I still know how not to slut-fuck.
So this morning, while Mr Not-so-perfect pretended to sleep as I hunted his apartment for my clothes, I wondered what possessed me to sleep with him in the first place. Maybe I was bored or horny or both. Nevertheless, this guy was maybe the mistake too many. I knew I was smarter, better looking, and that he actually liked me. Who the fuck was he to ignore me after yelling at me the night before about being faithful? Or maybe this is just another story of two people getting together after getting really pissed.
All I've learned is that spending a night with someone you couldn't care less about is just not a mood lifter. And why this wasn't clear last night is just another fucking mystery, innit?
