future!

personal growth wrok

I am so inspired right now. Both to make felted animals and also to make .gifs. I think this is the final day of ignoring these burning passions. Passion is right there, in those hands. Especially the first video. I feel as if that person guided so gently, sailing into the world of needle felting wool and soft jazz. 'lock those loose fibers down tight'. 'deep shaping techniques'. Thanks for making this friday night a real weekend. Those other videos are solid gold. They remind me of this bamboo-handled tray I have. It has a photograph of a fruit spread on it and I try to guess which fruit are real and which are fake. But I don't know how I feel about those life-sized pets.

120 Megabites MegaTITE

DTF -

We all have needs. Its my god given right!

no shame

QUIT FUCKING AROUND!

UGH i hate when youtube goes and deletes my JAMS! Also. Soundcloud. I share a song on you like, twice, and both times they are replaced by JAMS WHICH ARE NOT MINE AND SHALL NEVER BE. bogus!

BUT WAIT

wtf am i complaining about. I'm just bored and horny and lonesome for love. My period stopped! I'm not even that depressed! Looking in the mirror last night, washing off the makeup and the feelings of failure and rejection, I saw again that sight. That look in the eye that I think has been buried for fourteen years. The look that says

Hello dear you. Don't be so sad. You're fucking gorgeous,
You're a really nice gal. Quit beating yourself up.
Don't waste your energy on this.
Savor the moments alone, as if you were storing up light.
Why take chances on foolish romances if only they let you down?
Why not protect yourself like the sacred thing that you are.
HES SO NOT WORTH IT GIRL.

Oh shit the sadnesses returned.

A new year, A whole new me!
If only this bratty chatty would just stfu and leave.....
Another failed mission in Missoula, an attempt to be charmed by my old friends
(but they're not my friends. how disappointing!)

I had hoped that the stars and bells of ringing it all in
were just clattering noise, distracting us all
I had hoped that my old ugly self had been left down south
And yet I find myself, queer in a funny way
Carting around some crystal dildo
Trailing behind my much older
much wiser
much more compelling sister
How will I know when I am loved?
Will it only be a self - nurturing sense of accomplishment?

When all the old has seeped out and finally I am wrung out dry
On the good days when the acne hides
On the warm nights when my tits are high
Before the love letters get sent
I'll be cherishing the glow of youth

And once the mail comes?
The male goes.
Ugh. twenty fucking twelve.

Heaven