Snake Oil

Your arms encircle me, ensnare me like a storming sea, your hands like the waves grab at me, wearing away my stone like resolve to not let this happen. I hate it, I want it, I hate that I want it and I try to resist it, but you are a typhoon whose course is set crash into me and unearth my planted feet, tearing me away from reality and thrusting me into this other-worldliness where nothing exist but you and I… you… and I…

Credits:

Pose: Rack Poses – A Mans Touch

Her-

Hair: Magika – Itch

Dress: Foxes. – Sweater Dress (Autumn hues)

Skin: Glam Affair – Katra (Asia)

Ears: Mandala – Steking ears season 5

Him –

Hair: Dura – Boys&Girls 48(Black)

Suit: Kauna – 3pc Suit (Charcoal)

Beard: Deadwool – Full Beard (black)

Skin: Aeros – Aeson (Tequila)

Riff Raff

 

“Riffraff, street rat I don’t buy that If only they’d look closer Would they see a poor boy? No, siree They’d find out There’s so much more to me”

Pardon me while I have a rant blog today, it will probably make no sense, and change direction on a dime.

I think there are a lot of circumstances in my life that cause me to feel like people to look at me like a pariah, like I am something less than. I’m not perfect in any way, I’m not a classic beauty, I’m not the picture of perfect health, I’m not the most successful person in the world, hell, I even miss laundry day some times… I mean there are so many things that I don’t do right, I even let myself down a lot. But what really hurts is that in my real life, other than my immediate household, people don’t see ME, people don’t give me the time of day. Hearing someone whisper to another “Shes an odd one” makes me want to scream at them that I am actually kind of amazing, I would -despite  their rudeness- give them the shirt off my back if they needed it, even to my own detriment, I would give my last breathe to a friend if it meant they could live, I love deeper and harder than should humanly be allowed. And yet some how, this has made me “Odd”, being some one who wants nothing more than for everyones life to be filled with beauty and love. People are so quick to judge because they see ONE thing they don’t like and they let that ONE thing define an entire being. How can they not see that we are so much more, that if they only took the time to sit and talk they would find a bit of themselves in us.

I may not be perfect, I may have a lot of chips and cracks, but I am worth a deeper look, I am worth loving.

 

Credits:

Outfit: .:Wimey:. Captive Princess (Royal Purple) @ The Fantasy Collective

Shoes: fri. – Lizzie.Slippers (Red) @ The Seraphim Social

Hair: Magika [03] Road

 

Darling

I gotta hope the spring is gonna show.

I haven’t really written a whole lot since my break, I guess I am just not really sure what to say yet. I feel like if I did say anything it would just be sad, or emo in general and really those kinds of thoughts are my burden to bare, not yours. But things are looking up, really, and that’s good. I am starting to smile and laugh and be moved by things, I am finding beauty in sadness instead of just more sadness. I am finding purpose in my struggles and where others have given up I keep forging on. There are times when I do feel my self slipping a little but my friends, my amazing, loving, ass kicking friends have been there to take my hands and pull me up before I fall completely. I am glad to be blogging again, I didn’t get much of a chance to blog when I as running my store and I’ve missed it, my old familiar friend. I’ve missed celebrating the beauty of imagination from all the wonderful artists around me. I promise to start writing properly again soon, not just posting songs to speak for me, but I hope you will be patient with me until then.

Love, Adaline

Credits:

Headband: .Enfant Terrible. Forest Flowers RED @Enchantment. The items will be only available through February as an exclusive release to the event and not be resold after.

Besotted

She stood there with her emptiness, his absence a cold blanket covering her body.

Credits:

Headpieces : .:GSpot:. Maris headdress V2 Black & .:GSpot:. Raven-Nell Crown Black

Hair: =DeLa*= Mesh Hair “Lana” Browns

Eyes: IKON

Skin & Makeup: PF – Harley – FatPack

Disaster

 

Disaster

Your hands to my hips cause aches,

Your tongue to my lips, ruin,

Your skin against mine, death.

The problem is, even in your absence

I am at war with myself, with you, with life.

I am a fucked up beautiful thing that will destroy you

Even if I don’t want too, even if I try desperately not too.

I, I am a disaster always happening.

 

Credits:

Chair: Kuro – Lodge Armchair – Red

Top: [Deadwool] Gingham shirt  (female) – pale pink

Pants: coldLogic jeggings – seyfried.black

Boots: Maitreya Stagioni Boots

Hair – Lamb – Blue velvet

Glasses – Sleepy Eddy – Boston

Skin – PF Harley

Nails – {Wicked} Peach – GLITTER! (I am ALWAYS wearing wicked peach nails, ALWAYS!)

 

The Fall Of Innocence

I cared so deeply that I started falling, falling away from the things that I hold dear, falling away from myself, and my innocence. I thought foolishly that you would catch me, care for me, and cherish who I was enough to place me back into my tower to preserve me. But I see now that it is hard for others to value me and who I am If do not value myself enough to uphold the integrity of my own soul. I am a broken girl, with fragments scattered so far and wide that the task of putting myself together seems all too impossible, the vessel that shields my soul is shattered and so I am exposed.  Their self-serving fingers tear into the fleshy parts of my spirit and touch the places once guarded, but I let them, hoping they would stop me from letting them, but they continued, because I let them,  because I let them, because I let them. And so, I am fallen.

Credits:

[Breno] Sky Lounge

Kuro in motion – The fall

Calm Water

 

I don’t know if you’ve ever been to the mountains in the fall, but it is probably one of the most breathtaking things

you can ever see  in your life. All the leaves change colour early there, streaks of red, gold, and deep umber paint the skyline

and the rushing water that was there in the summer has started to calm, to slow its pace, and enjoy it’s long languid journey down

as if it too wished to take in all the colours of blissful autumn, before being captured by the chill of winter.

The calm of fall is my favorite thing, everything becomes hushed and you can stand in the middle of the woods

and hear life sigh and settle in for the long silent winter.

Credits:

fri. – Knee.Socks (Mesh Sock Tops – Chocolate) FLF

fri. – Allison.Boots – (September Collabor88) – Wheat

JANE – lil piggies.fuzzy tights.series two colors – Truffle

::C’est la vie !:: mila dress(check khaki)mesh

Hair-LaViere- Amanda/SoftCaramel (its actually lighter than it looks in the photo)

Skin – PF – Harley

Creek- Studio Skye

Trees – Botanical – Linden Trees

 

Good Enough for No One

It’s hard to explain to people all the ways that I am different,

I don’t process things the way you do I,

I don’t know how to feel the same way you do,

or make sense of it all the same way that you do.

Where the stop signs in your brain remain,

mine have all been sawed down,

a cruel trick by some sick fuck in the sky sitting on a cloud saying hey you,

no, you, you don’t get to be like them,

you get to suffer the pain of trying to love them without understanding them,

you can’t be them so just stop trying.

Yeah sure, we are special snow flakes,

different in our special ways,

but while everyone can at least fall the right way,

I’m falling sideways,

fucking up the flow of the way everyone wants to go.

Everyones getting mad at me and I can’t figure out why,

I thought I had it right this time but theres that word wrong,

hanging around every corner waiting to knock the wind out of me.

No matter how many times I say i’m sorry for something I don’t understand,

I know It will never be enough,

I will not be enough,

because I’m not wired like you,

I can’t read minds like you,

and what I feel is my best,

is like hell for you.

Credits:

Painting: +>A&A<+ Airedine’s Art – Acid Lily

*MishMish* It’s Aliens – Holding Photo

:CP: Bridge’s Dresser

floorplan. guitar bookcase

:CP: Tegan’s Crate Night Table

MudHoney Rita Bed – White (I tinted it)

[ba] atherwood home (I retextured it)

Hair: ~Tableau Vivant~ Larnia – Fall

Top: Emery – Dress Gatsby Pink –

Ring: Noodles – Royalty Crown Ring Gold (I never take this off)

Skin: [PF] Harley <Peach>

Fire Starter

Lost now are the days of peace keeping magic, a fire has been kindled within me, the tender lit by the tip of your arrow.

A blood lust rises inside me, pours out of me, and stains my cheeks.

Anger, hate, rage, all the things I fought so long to protect this world from now consume my every thought…

…I am lost.

Credits:

Robe:  FATEplay – Ithron – Fire (I could live in all the FATEplay clothes!)

Hair: !lamb. Thieves Like Us (Mesh) – Chocolate Bars Pack

Tattoo Layers: Corvus : Tired Eyes Makeup – Beat to Shit Tattoo (no clue where its from) – REPULSE – Bloody Tears III Face Tattoo- (I would just like to note there is A LOT of post processing so… yeah.)

Eye- Ok these are my normal IKON eyes, again heavily post processed so they don’t even remotely look like the photo.

Skin: Glam Affain – Lulu

Broken Tower Thingy: Botanical – Forest Ruins Tower

The Small Things Make A house A home

 

Whenever I have a new home in second life I always think about a line from one of Robert Forsts First poems…

 

“First there’s the children’s house of make-believe, Some shattered dishes underneath a pine, The playthings in the playhouse of the children. Weep for what little things could make them glad.”
[Rober Frost – Directive (1947)]

I think all to often we overlook the little things that enrich our lives, and second life is no exception. We get excited over big releases and tend to overlook the small things that create the whole. My creative style leans more towards those small things, and I always find myself meshing things to set in little cubbies and hang in the odd spaces, the forgotten places that make a house a home. So  I tend to get very tickled when I see friends who release adorable trinkets to set around the house, that make it feel lived in and real. So today I raise my glass to those of you who, like me, remember and enjoy the little things that make a house a home.

Credits:

Decorative Box : Kuro – Donna’s box (Limited edition) @ Love Donna Flora

Salt & Pepper Shaker set: Lark – S&P Shaker – Love @ Love Donna Flora

Cacti: Gacha Prizes from a store called GachaYa

Canvas Art: Collage – I Will Love You (Part of a set)

Wall Plates: floorplan. kitsch wall plates

Abacus: Zigana . antique abacus

Table: PILOT – Dollhouse Dining (It was for the doll house he made, I resized it hehehehehehe)

Chairs: [AF] HOMME Chair (Zig Zag)

Box of amazing roses that the beautiful Syliva Oliver gave to me on our first date: [Commoner] A Boxed Dozen / Red Rose Medley