This place sucks the blood. It leaves only poison. There is no untraveled path. Every street has imprinted your footprints. Faces that never had a name. Names that have gone missing in memory to faces that know you. People who want nothing more. You who just needs to escape or get sucked into a world that doesn’t know there is more to everyday life then the mundane.
Category: Writing
Impossible to Fail
“It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.”
J.K. Rowling
Doctor Who
Charles Dickens: But you have such knowledge of future times. I don’t wish to impose on you, but I must ask you… My books, Doctor. Do they last?
The Doctor: Oh, yes.
Charles Dickens: How long?
The Doctor:Forever.
“I’ll kiss you …
“I’ll kiss you until we can’t breathe. I’ll strip you naked and taste every inch of you. Then I’ll shag you until neither of us can see straight.”
Meljean Brook, The Iron Duke
“I don’t like b…
“I don’t like being without him. I don’t love being alone any more.”
Angelina Jolie
Corset Pains
I’m having this unexplained desire to wear one of my corsets. I would put on one of my favorite if I had somewhere to go or someone to see but I need someone to retie the back. It makes me sad to know if I do go out and want to wear it with a pair of jeans I can’t. Nothing to worry about tonight, I’m not going anywhere but I wish I never let a corset seller “fix it”.
Women are evil. Whenever I’ve bought a corset most of the women tie it so tight the first time. I know the front should be touching but I love when the sizer asks, “Can you breath?”
Never answer yes especially if you’re a skinny girl. Those women Hate skinny girls. They yank the strings, lifting your feet off the floor, and your breast to your chin until it’s a “perfect fit”.
Why can’t I wear my favorite corset? I had lost some weight and I was planning to gain it back but the store I bought the corset from years before saw it wasn’t fitting right and the women offered to fix it. She should have had me pull it higher on my body because it had slipped down. I question now if she really knew how a corset should fit. She tired it so tight in the back it overlapped (Not happy about that since it could have ruined the fabric). Also, it didn’t sit right on my body and dug into my ribs and hips wrong. I can deal with the pain a corset first gives after being out of practice wearing it but this was worst. I walked around like this for a few hours thinking it wasn’t the corset but me not use to it fitting again. The pain made me grumpy since I couldn’t breath and had trouble walking. Now my favorite corset is sitting in my closet waiting for Ren faire next year so a corset women can be mean to me and try to stop me from breathing and eating because I’m skinny.
Like I can’t just leave the store and loosen it…like I do.
Sigh…I want to wear a corset.
The Worst
When you’re hungry and it clouds what you would want to eat. So you become starving and eat anything. So unsatisfying.
The Difficulty of Writing
The plan. I am going to write at least 500 words tonight. If I can do this I will allow myself some Mass Effect game time. Trying the work and reward system. This should fill the lonely night.
Come on productiveness!
Remembering a Dream
I had a dream last night I cut my hair. I was in the shower and I was just tired with how long it was, how I can’t seem to do anything to it and I wanted a change, something different. So I turned off the shower, step out, and the scissors were right there on the bathroom vanity. I picked them up grabbed a piece of my hair decided on a length and cut. I remember hearing the static of blade cutting through a chunk of hair. I held the hair in my hand. It hung down on either side of my clenched fist. I wondered what I would do with this piece of hair. I looked in the mirror, still holding the cut hair and thought, to short? but, really, I was satisfied. Satisfied I did it and nothing stopped me. It will grow back, I thought. Then my mom was behind me and I asked her if she could finish the job and “make sure the rest comes out somewhat even.” She said, “You could have just made an appointment to get it cut.” I remember thinking, then it would never happen. I woke up.
Funny how this silly GIF of Mulan cutting her hair made me remember that dream.
It’s In His Kiss
Our lips opened and our tongues played. My teeth gently pulled. He paused, “kiss me.” A small smile curled my mouth as we met again. This time as my teeth released his lip, “just kiss me without the teeth. A normal kiss.” We kissed again. When we separated again, “wasn’t that nice.” I nodded only thinking later, “He would try and change me.”
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