What in the Shania Twain is happening to me this time?
I mean I was I was always seeking ...
But fuck, I didn't mean to actually go and fall in love.
You know her {love gets me every time} song?
So which was it?
The way he walked?
Or the sweet way he talked?
Or maybe he backed up those words with real action.
But shit, I mean I am not that small town girl anymore.
So ... let's switch it up to ...
{Tyla - Water}
Can you blow my mind?
Set off my whole body?
If I give you my time ...
Can you snatch my soul from me?
Okay that's a good one but ...
the (my) reality has been
{Saweetie - Too Many}
Too many snakes, too many
I done did too many favours, too many
That being said ...
{doja cat -Streets}
said what I can't ...
I found it hard to find someone like you ...
you are one in a million
there ain't no man like you
And to conclude, for tonight anyways
{Justine Skye - Collide}
Is this love or is it lust?
You make it hard to tell
Are you someone I can trust?
Since you know me so well
I'll do whatever you like
Got me under your spell
I know that this is love when we touch boy
You got my heart
And can't nobody make me feel like you do
Baby, it's all yours if you want me
I know you feel it
So don't keep me waiting here
{𝐘𝐀𝐃 (Яд)}
Feels like reckless driving
fuck it
I'm still riding
and if we gonna crash
at least I'm living while I'm dying
These things I'm thinking
When you're looking in my eyes
And I can't control
The way you make me feel inside
And now you know
You got a hold on my mind
I don't wanna fight it
Don't wanna fight
What you've done to me now
I want your love on me, love on me now
Give it all to me now
Tag Archives: relationships
Love the Endurance Race
I think the hardest part about being me is that I catch feelings too quick.
No matter what I've been through, I still feel far too much.
I am not naive by any means but I wonder sometimes what love really is.
Is love truly the slow and steady endurance race of forever that so many succumb themselves to?
If that were true, then why is it that I attract men who are in so called committed relationships?
They must be so fed up and bored with the women they so called love.
If love really is the long dull endurance race then I don't want to run.
I am ducking out and hiking up the hills to be a hermit in the woods before someone sees me and tries to drag me back into the race.
I think I'd rather sit on a rock alone on the mountain and pick up the odd straggler that got lost then be in a relationship where he will get bored and go looking for someone a bit more wild then me to chat up.
So for those of you who would rather stick in the race and just venture over to me for a good time and then stumble back dazed and shell shocked because I rocked your world - I solute you.
The only downside is, sometimes you meet one of those men who straggle away from the race and you really connect with them. They really shake me down to my core. I really really like them. Then what do you do?
I start to crave them.
I need to get a grip on myself.
At least I've learned to not talk about how I feel to him.
I'm not the one who walks away but it's impossible to forget him.
Some Evening Thoughts – 3
What if comfort is the root of all evil?
We get comfortable and we get lazy and don't work out.
We get lazy and eat junk food.
We get comfortable around someone and end up in a long term relationship.
We end up in a long term relationship and we stop shaving.
We stop having sex.
We stop intimacy.
We get complacent.
We get sloppy.
We get comfortable.
But...
You know what's really not okay.
When we stop shaving or waxing our pussies.
Which is why even with me by myself, I always keep myself groomed.
Just for me.
Perhaps the comfort level that women find themselves in, which causes them to not shave and not put effort into their appearance, is really what kills the passion.
If anything they end up so out of touch with their own senuality that they have no idea what they even like or dislike.
We need to explore our kinks!
I for one never miss my nightly routine. Maybe it's just because I am a leo. But pampering myself is high on my priority scale.
Today I went for my monthly wax, massage and facial appointment.
Two hours of bliss.
Wish I could do it weekly.
Someone else taking care of me and enhancing my beauty are two of my favourite things.
Vain? Maybe.
But being pretty has helped me out of a few jams in this crazy life I've lived so what can I say.
Judge me all you want but there's still this side of me that wants to stay beautiful as I start to slide into my 40s and beyond.
Post facial glowing much?
There you have it, the pretty face behind all these naughty posts. 🤫
I hope all that collagen, serums, creams, clean eating, no makeup, vitamins and refusal to squint was worth it.
Because botox can suck it.
I'm on a mission to just be naturally beautiful.
I'm going to just keep on refusing to age.
I think perhaps this is my act of rebellion.
I've got 10 years before I'm free-ish from the chains of motherhood.
I've got to keep myself looking good so I can run wild later.
Now this lady needs her beauty sleep.
Goodnight! 🥱💤
What is relationship?
I wonder if as we evolve as a society, if we will evolve our definition of "relationship".
As time marches on, or more to the point, the sun makes laps around the Earth, would we evolve and realise that the way we make out what a relationship is, is so outdated.
I am finding more and more that with this venus retrograde and all the planets right now doing their thing that, indeed things are coming to light as the astrologers projected they would.
I see it with friends and their realtionships, I see it as well with the relationship I have with myself.
As I struggle to keep my ethics, or the rules I have created for myself to live by, in check.
Honestly, I am not sure how much longer I can keep inside the box I have built for myself.
Is being monogenous enough?
Are we built for more as a human species?
Where is the line in the sand drawn?
And is it different for everyone?
Are those Instagram couples really happy together?
I wonder about these things.
I wonder if having just one man in a womans life practical?
I mean is it even reasonable to assume he is capable of forfilling all our needs?
Should we even expect it?
How much should we fill our own needs and how much is it even practical to ask of another to for fill us?
Relationship with another is a delicate balance of finding out where you stand with the other, and keeping them happy.
Or is it?
Should we just focus on those we completely mesh with until we just don't mesh anymore?
And what triggers this meshing to come undone?
At what point do hurt feelings happen and the unravelling of this relationship begin to happen?
It is really a dynamic, moving, living being. This exchange of energy, this dance we do through life with others.
Some friends I have had a few months ago, no longer meet up with me when I ask. Something always comes up.
When should we stop trying and realise that indeed its the universe moving them away from us. Our vibrations are just not meshing any longer. Can we accept that fait and move on?
How solid is the relationship with ourselves that we can stand strong with the decision to move forward and not bother continuing to try?
These ethics we place upon ourselves, especially me - where I am always trying to damn hard to behave - at what point did this begin and when will it end? Will the surrender into a "bad girl" era really bring me the peace I crave? Will it really scratch this itch that is driving me fucking insane?
Is it really ethically so wrong to want to suck the cock of my husbands friend for no reason other then she doesn't do it and he hasnt had a blow job in 10 years? Like what the fuck is wrong with me? Or is just the chase that I am after? I don't even know anymore.
