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Violet by Belinda Roddie I like to think this is the same color my soul is. If it's there. I'm not exactly a spiritualist. I don't believe in aurae or a lot of new age stuff. But I am drawn to things. Shapes, textures, the way lines form something bigger right before my eyes. Colors especially. This hue in particular just works. It works really well. I have a little bit of noble blood. I like to think that I'm noble overall. My friends seem to think I'm a calm voice of reason, like a royal advisor - I could use a purple robe, or a purple suit, for that. It's funny because most of the time, my brain can never hold onto a shade like that. It goes red. Blue. Green. Gold. White. Never just one monochromatic moment. Never a dull moment. I'd like my brain to be this color. See, it's fancy, but also, it's the cosmos. It's a spectral and a non-spectral color, depending on what you call it or how it falls in line with your vision. Violet was identified by...

I'm Old by Belinda Roddie I love creamy bisque, but it sure doesn't love me.

So close to the school year being over. So close. So close. SO FREAKING CLOSE. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

A Throuple by Belinda Roddie Bring me two lovely ladies in an alternate universe, and I shall lay betwixt their bosoms with warmth radiating between my lips. One shall be queen, the other a star, and I am merely the supernova waiting to appear in your future. But in this universe, I am perfectly content to be monogamous with a woman who is the entire cosmos. Why shirk off the entire universe when you can kiss it any time of day?

Unsafe Website? by Belinda Roddie By posting this blog entry, I'm living on the edge.

For Four Years by Belinda Roddie For four years, I carelessly entertained the man who would become my abuser. Sure, we were not romantic, but the pain still reverberated. I remember the words he branded on me from a screen (though now I plan to get them tattooed on my body somewhere). I recall the sheen of tears each time he spiraled, deep and long, into his own psychosis, dragging me down into the pit with him. Still, I cared for him, showed compassion. But he nearly sucked me dry, like Nosferatu - he scared me, terrorized me, 'til I at least dealt my final card and said, "Go fuck yourself."

It Is Displeased by Belinda Roddie I shoot another arrow at the crescent moon. I miss.