It’s there, that… Obsessive urge. Not the counting tiles and organizing my clothes by color, but the inability to let a thought or idea go. Must ride it out to its last possible position, must look at all angles, must examine it until I’m exhausted by my thoughts. It feels clinical. An obsessive compulsive disorder, …
(Unedited ramblings alert!) Okay, I feel like I need to say a bit more on the topic. Or maybe I’ve said too much already? Anyway, I think most of my distaste for this stems from the fact that no real sustaining recognition is given with these “Top (insert whatever) Blogger” posts. I’ve been on at …
I, Cara Thereon, will not be voting in any “Top (insert whatever) Blogger” this year. It seems counterintuitive to the aim of reaching out and forming community, but I find it depresses the hell out of me to vote in the contests. There’s a bit of popularity involved. You have to be popular to be …
This is like a splinter I can’t get out. It’s bothering the hell out of me! Recently, the news has been littered with the mass shooting done by a 22 your old because he’d been rejected one too many times by a woman. Twitter has spawned the hashtag #YesAllWomen in response to the feeling of …
I What makes someone pick a flower knowing it’ll wilt and die? Why do we lay claim to beauty knowing we’ll only destroy it?
I’m… Uncomfortable right now. That makes no sense, but it encompasses my feelings perfectly. Uneasy, awkward, unsure all express my current state. Full of good stories that I’m not putting to page Frustrated by my current relational state, but unwilling to change it Unbelieving of the supposed appreciation sent my way (job/personal life/in general) Overwhelmed …
All good things Fragile from the beginning Flourish, but eventually wither Ticking down A beautiful thing at its finish Still glowing with life in its dimming Ashes to ashes Newness found in its dust Something dewy from that finale A breath exhaled A breath inhaled And time still rambles on
This body obeys only my command I’ll not bend to your request for favors Your fervor to claim me will go unanswered Your demands to wrap me in silk will remain unfulfilled I do not a master in you seek Nor a Dom, a Daddy, or a man to place me in chains Your assumptions …
It was a question posed to her every so often. A funny question that always made her laugh when initially asked, but then later it would work its way into her psyche like a drill. There was a pile of invisible brain matter on her night stand for the times it had made her think …
Brad watched his friends cluster around Pat, the man blushing a little as they ribbed him. Another around of beers appeared supplied by the waitress. The way the guys all followed the sway of her hips made Brad chuckle. Not that he could blame them, the skirt she wore barely covered her bottom which jiggled …