Be that woman whose not afraid to be who God created you to be. That woman who is proud to be who you are, and stand in your truth. In a world filled with so many influences, be that woman who finds great pleasure in living out loud and above the influence. That’s how you make an impressionable difference. Im happy to be a woman who stands in my truth by remaining authentic, honest, and pure hearted in all I do. That’s something I’ll never change for anyone. That’s who people wont forget.
“As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.” – Carrie Bradshaw.
The one thing that comes to mind when it turned Fall time is… cardigans. I love them in RL and I love them in SL. Nothing gives more of that “im warm, cuddly, and comfy” look than a big oversized cardigan. Theres quite a few of these at Sad November Event this year. Im wearing the one from MoDANNA. I love how its size is big and almost to the ground. Makes me want to cuddle up on the couch and binge watch Sex & the City, FRIENDS, Roseanne, or some older tv show along those lines. Also.. I think Sad November is a fantastic title for this event.. why? because it makes me Sad because my bank account in SL will be sad ALL November because this event will take all my monies lol. The little tank top is a freebie from Blueberry. Yes it is a group gift and comes with a color changing hud. I love this tank and see it coming in handy for all kinds of different looks. Youre crazy if you havent snagged this little beaut yet. Jeans are a oldie, but goodie from Cynful Clothing. You can never go wrong with a skinny jeans and Ugg Boot look.
I’ve been sleepwalking, been wandering all night
Trying to take what’s lost and broke and make it right
I’ve been sleepwalking too close to the fire
But it’s the only place that I can hold you tight
In this burning house
She comes home after a night out with him. No words leave her mouth, she feels as though all she can do is just sigh. Not the bad sigh, but the good one. The sigh that you let escape your lungs because its all you can do because no other words could even describe the way she feels. Shes trying to think of something to say yet nothing seems to even come close to how shes feeling in this moment. That moment after he leaves her doorstep. The moment after she opens her door and closes it, leans up against it and just smiles as she sighs. She reaches up to touch her lips, the place his lips just were lingering. Remembering every moment that just happened, replaying it over and over in her head. As shes trying to find words to sum up this moment for her.. she is reminded of this..
By: Lang Leav
I am somebody else’s story. The girl who served their drink, the person they pushed past on a crowded street, the one who broke their heart. I have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
Yet never have I been bolder or brighter than I am with you. Not once have I ever felt so alive. Whatever vessel we pour ourselves into, mine is now overflowing, brimming with life. It is transcending into something new.
Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love– love is you.
When she cant express her feelings through her own words, she always reminded of something shes read along the way that can sum up everything so perfectly. To help her sum up how her life has been since she met him. To her he is love.. he is love.