If you want to be a pirate, get up on your feet.

I was trying to think of a way to integrate some reviews of my favorite things into my blog, and somehow commit myself to posting here more often. I know when I have something to say, the words come easily enough, but I generally tend to go weeks in between postings because I just can't think of something I want to say that would be worth taking the time to talk about.

SO, in light of all of that, I've decided to kick start my blog a bit more than I already have, by doing a little thing I've decided to call "15 Days of My Favorite Things". Basically, I'm going to take 15 days and on each day, let you all know about something I personally love in the cosmetic/beauty industry, and why said thing is worth your time to try it out. Be it makeup, cosmetics, or even clothing and shoes, I want to let all of you know about some of the wonderful things I've come across in my years of addiction to all things beautiful :)

Keep an eye out tomorrow (or the next day :P) for the very first entry!

Just a few words on R.E.A.L. Love.

I'm pretty sure it exists,
I'm just not sure where it's hiding.

Funny how it takes the absence of something to make you realize just. how. much. you love it.

I do not care about looks.
I do not care about wealth.
I do not care about brains.

I care only that you treat me sweetly,
and hold me closely.

....Oh, do come home.

Imissyoualready.

Nonononononononono.

I don't even know what I'm trying to say.

Just that,
I LOVE YOU.

And I want you to realize that you really do love me too.

I brought you here, Sir. For I am Spartacus.

Right now,
I feel like a piece of bread.

A sad, moldy piece of white Iron Kids bread,
crust edges fraying,
and leaving little crumbs of myself behind as I wander.

I need stability back.
I need warm water to wash my face.
I need to feel safe.

I do not feel that way right now.

I feel like everything I care about is paper thin,
and threatening to break.
And I'm sorry if that bothers you,

but a girl can't help it when things feel fragile.

Tomorrow I will wash my hair,
work the final day of the week,
and prepare for change.

The good,
happy,
"i like this" kind of change.

So let it be written,
so let it be done.

Because I love you)last night.

I, like you,

once torn,

am so very far away.

away .

away.

You are the only one to bring me back.

And yet, you are the only one who shouldn't.

What am I missing?

Oh yes.

I remember.

They call it "hindsight".