I was all shaken up.By the fake, pink church with a large circular top window and boxed-up children inside the attic.
I tried to help out the gloomy girl from the bar—
by writing up pretty postcards of encouragement but her soul was blacker than the nicotine stashed in her lungs.
I tried to bypass the ballerina but her moves and twirls had the nail driven right above my head—literally. Each laced up flat that came undone was oppression wrapped tight around my throat.
Soon enough we were making a pact of sorts but the difficulty thing with dancers is that they know a trick or two —and the general public is their pawn.
Though immortalized youth was granted, the putrefaction of the body was not—and like dust we swirled around the ballerina’s many turns and twist —with no longer a body to call our own.
What’s it like on the other side of the looking-glass? Are pictures distorted? Is your smile full of cracks? Are your eyes two empty vacant holes, too? Just once I’d like to see it— The world beyond the looking-glass.—©catloverr
You are beginning to annoy me.
Nothing but a complex and tedious puzzle.
I regret handing over a piece of myself to someone as discombobulated as you.
Your unpredictability is maddening — a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces and a half scratched out scenery.
You embody my fears and you reflect pure loathing.
Meeting you was a mistake but at the beginning it seemed tempting, a challenge. What a laugh!
You are nothing but a jigsaw puzzle, missing pieces of yourself but I’m complete.
I don’t need your ideals to mess me up.
There’s this ice seeping into my bones and veins
crawling into every nook of my body
and leaving me in silent agony.
He is sitting on his throne, I am looking at the dirt.
I’m gnawing at his feet, he is talking to his buddies.
I’m halfway through the bone, he is still making some jokes.
There’s nothing funny about blood and skin dripping down your throat.
His flesh and bones are nothing but acidic poison.
Yet I want more.
Addicted to this taste, I’m drowning in a sea of red and suddenly I’m by myself.
Addicted to this taste, I want nothing more than to asphyxiate in amber, white and red.
Cinders burn black
When heaven is raining down
Faces are distorted and emotive, seeking each other.
Corruption. Copulation of Ether.
Mystery marks the star that will wipe red to black and fill the oceans with obsidian.
Pity is like that bitter and ugly aftertaste of a great time.
The sky was melted black and blue with large yellow stars on full bloom.
They appeared so close and easy to touch but my fingertips could not reach them.
It was a fantasy from afar that gave me purpose and true happiness.
And after that, every night I dreamt of a blue starry sky I could never reach because it wasn’t real but I was content just the same.
I feel like my soul is darkening around the edges.
I’m consumed by black and fading to nothing.
There is a horrid sense of completion and desolation all at once.
Life has a choking hold on my ambitions and squeezing tight enough for desperation to pour out.
More improvements. I call this one ‘Reflections’
A wise person never refuses to learn new things and improve themselves. A fool believes they know it all and any new thing to be learned is silly or a waste of time.
With the summer just around the corner (or forever if Texas), I thought I should try to curl my hair as straightening it is not an option.
I’ve had luck using bedhead products before but the damn frizz is what turns luscious curls into a mess of ringlets that stick flat to your head.
Please note: My hair is naturally curly and fine, unmanageable with curls on the left side, and semi straight hair on the right side. Frizz everywhere and flat spots with curly random bits all over the place.
I had previously looked into bedhead products that define curls but get rid of the nasty frizz and so I decided to give bedhead foxy curls a try as it is supposed to get rid of frizz while acting as a contouring cream to define curls?
You apply the product after your hair is toweled dry. Simple enough, except.. I’m clumsy and couldn’t get the thing properly opened so I just went the old fashioned way and unscrewed the whole cap, applied a generous amount and started squeezing and massaging my wet hair.
The result: Almost no frizz, and the curls were defined but it wasn’t a WOW effect. Just for the sake of trying, I combined it with the diffuser. Typically, this makes my hair curly but flat? Not this time. The WOW effect came back full force after using the diffuser for 1-2 minutes? Maybe less. Not only were the curls defined but they were voluminous and there was almost no significant frizz. Please note: I used the diffuser when my hair was now dried so any frizz seen might have been caused from that.
I know the picture doesn’t do it justice but there’s volume on either side and barely any frizz.
My score for this product: 4.5/5
If you have any feedback on how to better make use of this product, please let me know. Thanks!