Tag Archive: passion

A fully fleged, hot blooded, very capable woman

So the first question I know you all have… where the hell have I been? The easy answer is I’ve been sorting my shit out. The right answer? Well… that’s a much longer… Continue reading

Stress, Strains and sensations

I am stressed at the moment. Work has taken over in a big way and a lot has been and is happening. I have a lot of personal worries too. Things that are… Continue reading

In Vino Veritas (The truth is that everyone is Tad Hamilton to somebody)

“Everyone is Tad Hamilton to somebody. She’s Tad Hamilton to you, and you’re Tad Hamilton to me” I know the quote may be lost on you if you haven’t watched the movie, but… Continue reading

Unicorns that poop rainbows

Again, I come back to where I belong. Where it all starts and ends. My soul. This blog has never quite been about my need to talk about my emotions. It has been… Continue reading

How to be unique, just like everybody else

I want to tell you something unique, something different, something so completely me that it will leave a mark, a remembrance of who I am within your mind. But how? When the entire… Continue reading

You, in my eye

  I see you, I appreciate you, I have learnt to understand your hate and your darkness, I have experienced your intense personality and the mask of happiness you hide it under. I… Continue reading

The uncensored truth (Caution: I’m telling you what you already know)

The truth? The truth is that I wanted you to stop me. I wanted you to care enough about what we have to not let me deliberately ruin it. The truth is that… Continue reading

Marilyn Manson – High end of Low Album

[ It is rare to find this kind of rawness in music these days, this kind of absolute truth, something that punches you in the gut and makes you sit up and take… Continue reading

I have a good thing right now.

I have a good thing right now. So good, in fact, that I do not feel the need to explain it to you or justify it. It is good, and therefore it is.… Continue reading

Free falling…

I cannot say anything. I just can’t. I have been too afraid to put finger to key, because I am too afraid to break this brittle beginning of something I have dreamed of.… Continue reading