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My favorite number and things that make me happy, other than sex or people 🙂 

1. Coffee
2. Black eyeliner
3. Bubble baths
4. Showers
5. Clean, crunchy sheets
6. Hairbrushing
7. Halo
8. Bruises
9. Written words
10. Cats
11. Chips & salsa
12. Coloring
13. Dancing
14. Writing
15. Learning
16. Pictures
17. Guitar
18. Jack&coke
19. Punk shows
20. Funny movies
21. Destiny
22. Hand rubs
23. Noodle
24. Rope
25. singing
26. Laughing
27. Camels
28. Crab
29. Home
30. Mine
31. Vanilla
32. Candles
33. Pens
34. Pitchers
35. Toys
36. Faeries
37. Pillow
38. Obey
39. Spoons
40. Wood burning
41. Walks
42. Driving
43. Sand
44. Hotels
45. Sleep
46. Cuffs
47. Markers
48. Glitter
49. Sore muscles
50. Praise
51. Plaid
52. Tattoos
53. Hair dye
54. Gears
55. Cards
56. Leash
57. Cream cheese icing
58. Nail polish
59. Skirts with pockets
60. Slip on Vans
61. Leather
62. Hands
63. Flashcards
64. Notebooks
65. Bargains
66. Amazon
67. Music
68. Lists

Happy, happy Tuesday!!

~shygirl

effect vs cause

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Lyrics here

No longer will I accept the old turnaround. Taking my reaction to something, and saying it is the root, will not be tolerated anymore. Not only isn’t it fair, but that flipping-back-to-me stuff is guaranteed to be far more destructive than whatever happened to begin with. 

No more. 
I know I’ve taught the world to deal with me like this. I know I’ve absorbed all of this backwards blame. I know I’ve repeatedly apologized for having feelings. I know I’ve said I’m sorry when I never should have. Repeatedly. You see, I’ve always given in and accepted the blame because I’ve never felt worthy.

No more.

So from here on out, the only thing that is good enough for me is honesty. If you cannot give me that, if it’s too difficult to be forthcoming and true, well…you cannot be a part of my life at all. I don’t need fake friends or shitty periphial folk in my life. I’ll be 40 in a few months and I’m just too damn old to have my feelings repeatedly hurt by falseness, and then hurt again by blaming my feelings as the problem. No. Honesty or nothing. No more lies… Whether they be blatant lies, half-truths, or withheld information. They are all deceptive and I am over it.

No. More.
I am full of faults and I make mistakes daily, but I am worth honesty. Maybe I’m not worth much else, but by god, I fucking demand honesty. And heaven help the next person that gets the effect and cause twisted.

~shygirl

more than enough

So it’s Valentine’s Day. Such a silly little day to celebrate, but Sir overdoes every holiday. I think He loves me or something. 😉 
I love Him, too, and I’m not empty handed! I found Him some gifts that are personal and (hopefully) meaningful. 

Presents are fun all around, but mostly I’m just glad that Sir & I have the relationship we do. It is marriage, it is friendship, it is D/s, it is parenting, it is laughter, it is hard work, it is love, it is life…and it is more than enough. 

Baby, I don’t have much

But what we have is more than enough

                -Green Day

Happy Valentine’s Day. This song gets me in the feels. ❤❤❤

~shygirl