I've collected so many pics over the years and the ones that I don't choose to feature on my blogs and social sites ultimately just get deleted...But why? I've decided to just bunch them all together and post them anyway. I mean, I originally liked the pic enough to save it, right? So why not share it? So this is where I'll dump all the pics I decided for whatever reason won't be featured during my regular posting sessions when I get enough of them to fill a post (if you've followed me for some time, you have to know I'm a creature of habit, right?). So I hope you enjoy them as much as I did finding them! *KISSES*
Wednesday, December 28, 2022
Tuesday, December 27, 2022
Now Tell Me...You'd Like To Bring Her Home To Meet The Fam Too
“I do not worry about the beauty of the world, neither do I care, but it is all dark and dirty when you are not around.” ― M.F. Moonzajer
Tuesday, December 20, 2022
Tuesday, December 13, 2022
I Know I Look Tight And Firm, But I'm Really A Softy
“If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.” ― Marquis de Sade
Tuesday, December 6, 2022
I Just Love Lying Down Around Rocks...So Comfy!
Daydreaming
What is this overtakes me
Mid-sentence or mid-stride
Freezes the mind, when beside
Others walking, or lone?
A gust of fear? One feather
Of fluttery recall?
No; what does hushly enthral
Future-imaged, hair-blown.
Wednesday, November 30, 2022
You Know I Don't Really Use This Stuff, Right?
Because I Could Not Stop For Death
Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—
Or rather—He passed us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—
Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity—
~ Emily Dickinson
Tuesday, November 22, 2022
You Have Stumbled Upon My Cave And Must Satisfy My Desires Before You May Leave...
On The Rocks
On these very granite rocks
we once sat and joyfully talked
and somewhere amid the churning
river and your hypnotizing words
I fell in love. Fallen like
the tumbling waters beside me,
in my ears, mimicking
the rhythm of my heart. Here
sits the one man in the world
who adores you even as you
step on his throat to silence
him…my love. No! Don’t let
the sadness in, fortify the walls
with more rocks…too many holes.
You are stronger with the courage
of hope and second chances in time.
It is this faith alone that allows
me to let you go; the butterfly is
free.
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