Me Explosion

Bit's my things some collected things... just oh so many things


This is a place to vent and pull together bits and pieces of myself in one handy to view format it's open to other people to read and enjoy, but please if you don't like it don't read it

I am a 25 year old woman, who is married, owns her own home and has a career, I am polyamorus (usually will be referred to as plain poly being the broadest of terms for it and my favourite) and I am open to dating other people, I am also pansexual. all these things entwine and add up to who I am. And sometimes that can get confusing and muddly. That might come out in this blog, but honestly I don't care I am muddled.
Ask me anything

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May 30th, 2012
codayus: I know someone who will like this… haha you know more than one that would.

codayus:

I know someone who will like this…

haha you know more than one that would.

(Source: worldstyleicons)

May 17th, 2012

(Source: topherchris)

May 16th, 2012
girlstillawake: >yesterday morning I love being the middle spoon ^^

girlstillawake:

>yesterday morning

I love being the middle spoon ^^

(via littlelostpoly2)

May 15th, 2012

(Source: nathanckemp, via dylanmurphy)

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May 14th, 2012
rosiemusing: I love that corset!

rosiemusing:

I love that corset!

(via take-advantage)

April 28th, 2012

(Source: 22-acacia-avenue, via captaincorpsie)

April 27th, 2012

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April 26th, 2012
con-leche: Krista (con leche)

con-leche:

Krista (con leche)

(via captaincorpsie)

herdirtylittleheart: I let it all get to me, I guess. The accumulation of stresses and disappointments. I took offense to everything, found a reason to be annoyed no matter what was said. I picked a stupid fight because I was bored. He took the bait at first, but then stopped. I could tell he was exasperated. “Are you just lonely? Is that it?” he asked. I hated him for being right, for calling me out on it. It made me feel silly and childish. And transparent. Sometimes I make myself lonely. Does that make sense? I shut everyone out. Instead of just asking for some attention, instead of just admitting I feel needy, I get pissed that they don’t intuitively know. “Can’t you see? Can’t you tell?” It’s unreasonable. I don’t give them a chance to meet my needs. I push them away. I’m working on asking for what I need. New skills take time, right? Those synapses in your brain just fire the same way they’ve been firing for years, following those old habits and patterns. Those comfortable, well-worn paths. It takes work to learn a new response. It takes time to sink in. I’m trying.

herdirtylittleheart:

I let it all get to me, I guess. The accumulation of stresses and disappointments. I took offense to everything, found a reason to be annoyed no matter what was said. I picked a stupid fight because I was bored.

He took the bait at first, but then stopped. I could tell he was exasperated. “Are you just lonely? Is that it?” he asked. I hated him for being right, for calling me out on it. It made me feel silly and childish. And transparent.

Sometimes I make myself lonely. Does that make sense? I shut everyone out. Instead of just asking for some attention, instead of just admitting I feel needy, I get pissed that they don’t intuitively know. “Can’t you see? Can’t you tell?” It’s unreasonable. I don’t give them a chance to meet my needs. I push them away.

I’m working on asking for what I need. New skills take time, right? Those synapses in your brain just fire the same way they’ve been firing for years, following those old habits and patterns. Those comfortable, well-worn paths. It takes work to learn a new response. It takes time to sink in.

I’m trying.