General Information

Main blog:Moon and Sun
Birthday:December 8th 1983
Occupation:Happily unemployed
Education:High school, Some college
Religion:Spiritual but not religious
Location:United States, Oregon


Body Size:Few extra pounds
Height:4' 11" (150 cm)
Hair Color:Dark Brown
Hair Style:Wavy - Short
Clothing Pref.:Nude
Tattoo Info:Star design on my ankle. Shooting star over my heart. Full back dragonfly in the future.
Piercing Info:Just my ear lobes. Still considering a sternum piercing.

Personal Information

Family Info:Two kids, one Lover, going through a divorce.
Sexual Preference:Often
Astrological Sign:Sagittarius (Nov 22 - Dec 21)
Existing as:Angel- no wings
Liquor:Social drinker. One or two
Biography/About:Just a soft soul, looking toward the light and reveling in the shadows.
Likes:Candles, Crafts, Books, Family, Shoes, Baking, Ropes, Floggers, and learning new things about myself and the world around me
Dislikes:Egomaniacs, Destruction of Beauty, Overindulgence, Hatred, Imbalance
Interests:Witchery, Paganism, Crafts, Learning, Respectful Debates, BDSM

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 The Other Side

Four Most Recent Entries

I hover between full disclosure and throwing it all away. Sometimes it's good that my journal is the only one who knows my thoughts, my feelings, my fears. Other times... It's impossibly lonely. I consider the options. And I keep choosing this middle path. Or maybe it's a result of not choosing. I wish I knew what you wanted. Do you want to know the depths of my soul? Would you guide me, or would it break you? Would you rather let me work this out on my own, find my own solutions, and keep you out of it? But I don't think you know, either.
I am Lost
I'm so. damn. fucking. lost. I think I asked for help, but I don't remember. Maybe I didn't. Maybe I did, and it just doesn't matter because the person I asked is lost too. I want someone to lead. I want direction. I'm so tired of finding my own way. I'm so tired of trying to be strong.
Pieces of Peace
Sometimes, when my mind won't quit, When I'm a chaotic mess of Thought and Emotion, I go here For the quiet. Her stitches speak a language I can understand. The images create a space I can relax into. Someday, I hope to own a piece of her cloth. I want to hold it in my hands. Maybe the texture will hold me as well as the thoughts. Comfort, in cloth. Spirit Cloth
A teenage girl I know commented on an image from The Notebook with a caption that went something like "Forever Love -- It is real." Her comment? "I would love for something like that to happen to me." It irked me. So I wrote a response. A relationship that lasts a lifetime isn't something that just happens to you. You don't stumble into it. You work hard for it. Every day. You start working before you even meet someone, and you don't stop. Learn to communicate. Not just talk, but actually getting across what you mean. Without blaming. Without accusation. Owning what is yours and ...

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