2 months ago. Saturday, November 22, 2025 at 12:04 AM
My favorite movie of all time is "Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind." The aspect that captivates me is the intriguing premise of being able to erase a relationship from your mind.. The idea of selectively forgetting someone you once loved, along with all the memories and emotions tied to that relationship, raises fascinating questions about the nature of love, memory, and identity. It challenges us to consider what we truly value in our connections with others and how those experiences shape who we are. The exploration of this concept offers a profound and thought-provoking experience that resonates long after the credits roll. If you haven't seen this flick, I highly recommend it.
* Anniversary Song ~ Cowboy Junklies~ Pale Crescent Moon * Dream A Little Dream Of ~ The Moma's And Papa's ~ Creeque Alley * The Obvious Child~ Paul Simon ~ The Rythme Of The Saints * Green Eyes ~ Coldplay ~ A Rush Of Blood To The Head * Hold You In My Arms ~ Ray La Montagna~ Trouble * Dog Days Are Over ~ Florence And The Machine ~ MTV Unplugged * Anna Begins~ Counting Crows ~ August And Everything After * Just Another ~ Pete Yorn ~Bandits Soundtrack * Shape Of My Heart~ Sting~ Ten Summoners Tales * Darlin' What Have I Done~ White Buffalo ~Prrepare For Black & Blue * Like A Friend ~ Pulp ~ Great Expectations Soundtrack * Frozen Charlotte~ Natalie Merchant ~ Ophelia * She's The One- Bruce Springsteen- Live At The Hammersmith Odeon, London
"Pulp, Like A Friend"
Lucky for You
Don't bother saying you’re sorry. Why don't you come in, Smoke all my cigarettes again. How long has it been?
The smile on your face almost beams. Come on in now, And wipe your feet on my dreams.
You take up my time When I would have been just fine. When I could have been learning something, You know what I mean.
I've often done this before, And I will do it again! Come on in - and kill me baby, While you smile, like a friend And I'll come running, Just to do it again!
You the last drink I never should have drunk. You are the body, hidden in the trunk. You are the habit I can’t seem to kick. You are the wound I must incessantly lick. You are the car I never should have bought. You are the train I never should have caught. You are the scar that makes me hide my face. You are the situation where I always lose my grace. You’re the plane I’ve been told I never should board. You're the crash I see comin, but I keep right on heading toward. You’re a film that really stinks, but I’ve gotta stay till the end.
Let me tell you one thing: It’s lucky for you - - - that we’re friends!
2 months ago. Saturday, October 25, 2025 at 12:15 AM
My early beliefs about D/s were shaped by a series of emotionally abusive relationships and things I read in the odd corners of the internet. For a long time, I was unaware of the truth.
Pair that with my perfectionism, and you get some complicated situations. I don’t just desire to do well—I have an almost pathological need for perfection.
I used to believe that the ideal sub would accept everything thrown at them and always beg for more. I thought they would never need to use their safeword and would always be willing, ready, and available. I imagined that the perfect sub wouldn’t have limits—or if they did, they’d bravely push those limits to please their Dom(me).
I thought they wouldn’t make waves, wouldn’t ask for too much, and wouldn’t need anything more than what was given. I believed the perfect sub would be entirely focused on the relationship and pleasing their Dom(me), as if nothing else could ever be more important.
I envisioned them as always pleasing, quiet, agreeable, soft, and pliant—without exception.
But now I see things differently.
The perfect sub has limits and knows when to use a safeword when needed. They aren’t afraid to speak up at any time. The perfect sub recognizes their own needs and understands their Dom(me) can’t read their mind.
They bring expectations, requirements, and beliefs into the relationship, along with non-negotiable deal-breakers. The perfect sub isn’t always ready, willing, or available, and that’s perfectly fine.
They have interests, hobbies, friends, and lives outside of the relationship that require their attention. The perfect sub doesn’t align with everything shown in porn; they may not be able to deepthroat, take a spanking, or be tied up in complex positions.
The perfect sub knows communication is vital and that standing up for themselves is essential. They acknowledge that their Dom(me) is simply human.
And the perfect sub is human too, which means they’re not really perfect at all.
And that’s okay. I’m learning.
~DirtyLittleBookworm
I found this piece and fell in love with it. I thought it was super relevant, and wanted to share it.
So much is trimmed, redacted and altered and filtered, and censored these days that when someone is actually honest, actually cuts through the bullshit, it’s like a slap in the face. Who is this fucking Orwellian lunatic?
We have become so complacent with being lied to that if someone pulls the giant curtain back on the wizard, we think they’re being incredibly rude and insensitive. Bold-faced or little and white or even unintentional, a lie is a lie. Period. We can conjure up all the excuses we want. Justify until we’re blue in our big fat liar faces. Misleading and misrepresenting are just bloated $10 words for a fib. We dress up deception and parade it around as truth, all the while knowing we are full of shit. As they say, a pig with lipstick is still a pig.
Above the door to the Oval Office hangs an oak and brass sign that reads ‘Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur’, Latin for “the world wants to be deceived, so let it be deceived.”See, that's actually a lie, but you probably thought “seems legit” or maybe even thought “no way... but there probably should be”. The point is, lying is too easy, and we accept it too readily.
Omission is a lie. Redirection is a lie. Distorting facts is a lie. Stretching the truth is a lie. Withholding facts is a lie. They are all lies. We pull a shit ton of wool over a whole lotta eyes. Breaking a promise you had no intention of ever keeping, covering up for others, and good old-fashioned hypocrisy are, you guessed it, lies. We have become a nation of extremely good liars. A society with so many pants on fire, you can see it from space.
We repeatedly promote our most proficient tricksters and shoot the messengers, sugarcoat our distasteful half-truths, and collectively swallow, and until we recognize how deceitful and twisted and dystopian things have become, valued characteristics like integrity and honour will wither and die on the vine. Honest.
@originallandlockedmariner
This exceptional piece was written by a writer whom I respect immensely
3 months ago. Tuesday, October 14, 2025 at 6:15 AM
The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) With you With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you
And I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) With you
The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I'd never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) N,o I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart) With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart) With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
N,o I...(this girl is only gonna break your heart) (This girl is only gonna break your heart)
4 months ago. Wednesday, September 17, 2025 at 10:17 AM
As I sit on the warm, golden dunes, the sun begins its slow descent, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink. I’ve wrapped a soft, cozy blanket around my shoulders, yet the cool evening air seeps through, causing me to shiver in my delicate silk nightie. The fabric feels luxurious against my skin, but the chill reminds me of the emptiness I feel inside. My thoughts drift to him—soaring back to memories that seem both distant and achingly close. It’s been ages since I last saw him, and I can’t help but yearn for that familiar scent that used to surround him, especially the warm, comforting notes of his aftershave. It’s amusing—and a little sad—how certain fragrances can unexpectedly trigger such powerful memories.
As my mind wanders, I can’t shake the bitterness that lingers from our last conversation. It felt like a door had slammed shut, leaving behind an echo of unresolved feelings. How could we have shared so much laughter, love, and dreams, only to be left with remnants of what once was? I find myself reminiscing about the days filled with joy, those carefree moments when we were inseparable, laughing under the stars, and planning our future together. Was it really so long ago? The ache of missing him deepens, a knot tightening in my stomach as I confront the reality of our fading connection.
The wind picks up, rustling the tall grasses and sending shivers down my spine. I draw the blanket tighter around me, trying to fend off the chill that has settled in my bones. It dawns on me just how reckless it is to dwell on thoughts of him. This kind of old love—so potent and haunting—never truly fades away. It lingers in the corners of my heart, a bittersweet reminder of what we had. Venturing out to these familiar, haunted places feels like dancing with ghosts of our past—a dangerous nostalgia that stirs echoes of laughter and lost dreams. Each gust of wind carries with it the weight of unspoken words, and I wonder if it’s wise to meander through the shadows of what once was. As I sit on the dunes, watching the sunset. With a blanket wrapped around me, I shiver in my silk nightie. I start to think about him. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, and I miss how he smells. Especially, his aftershave. It’s funny what you think about when you’ve been missing someone.
The last time we spoke, it left a bitter taste in my mouth. How could we have shared so much and now be left with so little? I started to think back to the days when we were happy. Was it really that long ago? I really missed him.
I can feel the wind blowing harder now. I’m starting to shiver. I remember now why it’s insane to think about him. It’s a kind of old love that never completely leaves you. It’s a dangerous thing, going for walks in old haunts.
4 months ago. Sunday, September 7, 2025 at 6:24 PM
* Anniversary Song ~ Cowboy Junklies~ Pale Crescent Moon
* Dream A Little Dream Of ~ The Moma's And Papa's ~ Creeque Alley
* The Obvious Child~ Paul Simon ~ The Rythme Of The Saints
* Green Eyes ~ Coldplay ~ A Rush Of Blood To The Head
* Hold You In My Arms ~ Ray La Montagna~ Trouble
* Dog Days Are Over ~ Florence And The Machine ~ MTV Unplugged
* Anna Begins~ Counting Crows ~ August And Everything After
* Just Another ~ Pete Yorn ~Bandits Soundtrack
* Shape Of My Heart~ Sting~ Ten Summoners Tales
* Darlin' What Have I Done~ White Buffalo ~Prrepare For Black & Blue
* Like A Friend ~ Pulp ~ Great Expectations Soundtrack
* Frozen Charlotte~ Natalie Merchant ~ Ophelia
* She's The One- Bruce Springsteen- Live At The Hammersmith Odeon, London
~She's The One ~ Bruce Springsteen
With her killer graces and her secret places That no boy can fill with her hands on her hips Oh and that smile on her lips Because she knows that it kills me With her soft French cream Standing in that doorway like a dream I wish she'd just leave me alone Because French cream won't soften them boots And French kisses will not break that heart of stone With her long hair falling And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun Whoah-o she's the one, she's the one
Ha!
Ha! Ha!
That thunder in your heart At night when you're kneeling in the dark It says you're never gonna leave her But there's this angel in her eyes That tells such desperate lies And all you want to do is believe her And tonight you'll try just one more time To leave it all behind and to break on through Oh she can take you, but if she wanna break you She gonna find out that ain't so easy to do And no matter where you sleep tonight or how far you run Whoah-o she's the one, she's the one
Whoah, and just one kiss She'd fill them long summer nights With her tenderness that secret pact you made Back when her love could save you from the bitterness Oooh Whoah she's the one, whoah she's the one Whoah she's the one, whoah she's the one Hey! Hey, hey! Whoah she's the one
People say it's just sex, but who the fuck wants just sex? I want all the prep—the words, the unraveling of my desires, carefully noted. Strummed through with tenderness. I want the gentleman and the gentleness. I want secrets and the little thoughts I have of you. I want someone to break me down slowly, to tear me apart from the inside out. Starting with my mind and heart, and when they finally reach my body, they know exactly what to do. They're not strangers; they're not foreign. I'm familiar, soft, and wild in their hands. There's nothing taboo between us because everything about us has been spilled and shared. They can read my eyes, hear my moans and whimpers, and understand the words behind them. They've memorized me. They've craved me. They've wanted me and waited. When we finally shed our clothes behind closed doors, it's so much more than just sex—it's salvation.
