Is it sadism masochism or both when you enjoy inflicting pain on yourself?
Sorry that thought just ran through my head as I was tweezing my eyebrows and giving myself a mani pedi.
So the electricity in my room is shot. A couple days ago my choice was heat or TV didn't bother me much I'm not much of a TV person, but now I have neither...so I get to find the short. This will be fun, unfortunately it will have to wait till this weekend cause its a very busy week for me. Ill just break out more blankets, or sleep in the living room.
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
