It's all just a dream babe, a vacuum, a scheme babe, that sucks you into feeling like this

Hisses and Kisses

This year for Halloween we're doing a superhero/villain theme I'm going to be Catwoman! Here are some of the ideas I have for my costume:

This is one of the body shape of the outfit I want. Sleeveless, maybe not as low cut as the picture and I want it to be tighter. I really like the shape of this one as well but without the top/sleeve part. Just a strapless sweetheart top but maybe put a belt or some sort of holster for a whip around the waist. I'm also toying with the idea of incorporate purple into the outfit because I want to be more like the comic book Catwoman rather than the movie Catwoman. So if I did a purple body suite the shape of the picture above, and then had the black mask, black gloves, black boots, black whip and a black belt, it might end up looking really cool. Especially because my hair is black.

I know that I want this kind of mask. I don't want the one that goes all the way over my head because I want to wear my hair really cute, probably curly and pinned back on the sides.

3 paragraphs for a new perspective

There was once a time when I knew who I was, when I understood and accepted myself. I acknowledged my pain and persevered. I would never settle for anything less than what I envisioned in myself. I had ambition. I had enthusiasm. I had potential, and I identified with it. I was determined. I know what it feels like to be proud of who I am, and I feel like that is the greatest thing I've lost in the past 6 months.

My biggest fault in this specific situation that I consistently find myself in, is mistaking the feeling of rejection for the feeling of heartache and genuine sorrow. But it takes admitting that to realize what I need to do to change my life. I can't permit myself to be miserable anymore. I've wasted too much time allowing other people's judgment to influence or penetrate my worth. And to be honest, this intense search for temporary satisfaction has completely exhausted all of my other emotions.

I'm done excessively drinking. I'm done investing my heart into people who perpetually disappoint me. I am done waiting for the lingering feeling of happiness that I nearly forgot about. I am done conceding to what is said or thought about me. I am done characterizing optimism as if it is an obligation. I want to be happy, and I know that I am the only person in this world that can get me there.

There’s no one to beat you, no one to defeat you;
except the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.

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this is EXACTLY my life.