I have weird obsessions… Denmark (obvious), Mads (hey, I can’t control my hormones!!), flags (gotta be a regular in the Cove to understand that one) and… The word “shitload”! Thank you, whoever you are, who invented that great, giggle-maker word! Yeah, I like the word, it makes me laugh, and I use it as often…… Continue reading This reblog may contain some “shitload” – Mrs Completely
via Daily Prompt: Exposed You… You came into her life, no notice, no invitation. Not willing to act like the masses, you bombed her fortress, dug through her walls, knocked down every door leading to her private quarters… She did throw herself in your arms, but she whispered a warning to your ear. Not…… Continue reading Exposed…
Strains of Rock and Roll a guitar riff echoed My mind’s wine like empty bottles, lying about The waiting waiting never seemed easier to get, What, I wanted, What, she wanted Crawling along the bed like her fingers across my skin I grabbed the edges of the sheets like…… Continue reading When, She Told Me…
Trying not to considering who- -wondering about what she does to me. Trying to keep my thoughts my own possessing what I am but knowing that she owns me all the same, Trying, but failing miserably not for the want of trying, just not being able to resist her influence on my thoughts, Try,…… Continue reading Trying Not To…
via Daily Prompt: Better I don’t aim to be perfect… Perfect is too much responsability to bear, too much worries, too much weight on my weak shoulders… I just want to be better… A little better, everyday, a little bit, little by little. Just a better version of me, getting better tomorrow and…… Continue reading Better…
via Daily Prompt: Lifestyle He lied always, to everyone… To himself, even, when he was alone. Hiding the truth, if he only knew what it was, Playing in his fantasy world, with his @li@s… He wore lies on his sleeve, lied with style He didn’t lie about his life, lying was his lifestyle……… Continue reading Liar…
tu m’as braconné le coeur * Traquée tel un prédateur * Tu m’as mise à genoux Et j’ai les poings liés Devant toi, mon beau loup, mon renard argenté. * Faudra-t-il que j’implore pour qu’un jour tu m’achèves? Que tu me croques à pleines dents et t’abreuves de ma sève… * Et me laisse pour…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
via Daily Prompt: Panicked “Maybe, we could buy a Bed & Breakfast, you know? A nice place in the countryside… Or take an old house and start a new one! That’s even better! I have a knack for decoration, I’m sure we could create something cosy and charming… Bed & Breakfast, it’s a good…… Continue reading Panicked…
Everybody’s still growing tall and getting ready to get their own pot… And we welcomed a new player in the garden family today! Monsieur Basilic. I buy a basil plant every Spring, and today was B day! When I got home, Miss Freja had to inspect the newcomer; Apparently, the ghost in the corner…… Continue reading Go garden! – Meet Monsieur Basilic!
I was packing my backpack. Stocking only the essential, not needing more. I was excited, and frightened. I had a blind date with Denmark! Three weeks, a revelation, a turning point. The realization that sometimes, dreams do come true. A dream… captured in a few pictures. Until next time.
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