Isolated Blurt Thread

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minsue said:
Someone's always the gardner and someone's the rose. :rolleyes:

(and if you don't know which you are, you're the rose ;))

*laugh* I like that last.

Personally, I prefer to think of myself as an ample supplier of fertilizer. ;)
 
BlackShanglan said:
*laugh* I like that last.

Personally, I prefer to think of myself as an ample supplier of fertilizer. ;)
Damn, you quoted me before I could fix my typo. :D

You're full of many things, horsey, but I've never counted shit as one of them. ;) :kiss:
 
artisticbiguy said:
Uhm... you aren't s'thurn are you?

I love sweet potatoes, I love cooked Pinapples... I admit I don't think I've ever had them combined.
bah... southern cooking. Nasty shit.
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
On the last item, aren't the expectations for a child naturally must less than a grown man who supposedly is in an equal partnership? Or are you referring to adult children?

I was thinking more in terms of the "mother's" expectation in the relationship (or lack of) Not from the point of view of what a husband or child would expect of her, but what she is prepared to give or sacrifice and loose of who she is.

That sounds terribly traditionally patriarchal...

Everything I say sounds wrong right now. I'm incoherent. Forgive please.
 
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Nirvanadragones said:
I was thinking more in terms of the "mother's" expectation in the relationship (or lack of) Not from the point of view of what a husband or child would expect of her, but what she is prepared to give or sacrifice and loose of who she is.

That sounds terribly traditionally patriarchal...

Everything I say sounds wrong right now. I'm incoherent. Forgive please.
(Strokes Nirvana's hair. Sings soft lullaby.) Sleep, darling. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep. Sleep. You are growing slee-eepy. Your eyes are getting hea-vy. Sleepy . . . sleepy . . .
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
(Strokes Nirvana's hair. Sings soft lullaby.) Sleep, darling. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep. Sleep. You are growing slee-eepy. Your eyes are getting hea-vy. Sleepy . . . sleepy . . .

Having my hair stroked by Roxelby and being sung to does not promote sleep, Sweetheart :devil:
 
I just want someone to want me. But obviously, I'm not good enough or attractive enough or whatever to be even remotely intersting.
 
sophia jane said:
I just want someone to want me. But obviously, I'm not good enough or attractive enough or whatever to be even remotely intersting.
That is absolutely not true. :heart: :kiss:
 
McKenna said:
*sigh*

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink. Eh.

I find that a little Guinness in the trough is a great incentive. A lot of Guinness is even better.
 
sophia jane said:
I just want someone to want me. But obviously, I'm not good enough or attractive enough or whatever to be even remotely intersting.

You beautiful, silly girl.
Remember the love shack, all the good things, the hugs, the love.
You are interesting.
You are attractive.......you're beautiful, don't you ever, ever, ever forget that.

:heart: :heart: :heart:
 
sophia jane said:
I just want someone to want me. But obviously, I'm not good enough or attractive enough or whatever to be even remotely intersting.
That's gotta stop girl...

I wouldn't let anyone else talk about you that way without giving them a good ass kicking...why should I let you do it?

Mat has it right...close your eyes baby and remember us...we weren't lying to you, we really felt all the things we said and we meant the ones we didn't say even more.
 
Sarah McLachlan: Elsewhere

I love the time and in between
The calm inside me
In the space where i can breathe
I believe there is a
Distance i have wandered
To touch upon the years of
Reaching out and reaching in
Holding out holding in

I believe
This is heaven to no one else but me
And i'll defend it as long as i can be
Left here to linger in silence
If i choose to
Would you try to understand

I know this love is passing time
Passing through like liquid
I am drunk in my desire...
But i love the way you smile at me
I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near...
I believe...

I believe
This is heaven to no one else but me
And i'll defend it as long as

I can be left here to linger in silence
If i choose to
Would you try to understand

Oh the quiet child awaits the day when she can break free
The mold that clings like desperation
Mother can't you see i've got
To live my life the way i feel is right for me
Might not be right for you but it's right for me...
I believe...

I believe
This is heaven to no one else but me
And i'll defend it as long as
I can be left here to linger in silence
If i choose to
Would you try to understand it

I would like to linger here in silence
If i choose to
Would you understand it
Would you try to understand...​

I wish that each person I know could hear these words today, and know for just one moment what they mean to me
 
artisticbiguy said:
Elizabetht said:

*insert innocent-ish batting of lashes here*

Whaaaat? i can't help it if southerners are taught to eat funky stuff and to cook their food into a puddle of mush. So says the one who likes steaks damned near bloody and sits in the middle of the garden to eat veggies... and is poking fun at herself as much as anything.
 
Well this is certainly surprising: I never expected the last month to bring me more clarity.
 
You're so far out in right field the only way we can communicate is by shouting.

And my throat can't take any more abuse.
 
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