I’m not going anywhere.
See @Tinkerbell_ is here!
It just reached a point where I am home so infrequently at the moment and would LOVE to tweet and starspank to my hearts content without the pressure of a tonne of @s and DMs everyday.
Apparently that is not cool so I will be starspanking when I can and not tweeting for the next few weeks.
Peeps who hate will hate.
Peeps who know me will understand.
Quite frankly my dear I no longer give a damn Xxx
But I do fucking love the ever living yummiest out of y’all.
So there’s that.
It’s easy to think words are just words. That they have no impact. Especially in a world where we bathe in metaphor, puns and reflections.
I didn’t lose any of the hundreds who have touched my heart yesterday, it was a close thing though.
I am no one to tell anyone what to say, how to think or feel. All I know is words can and do hurt.
Yesterday someone’s thoughtless words hurt a gentle soul. And that hurt me. Yup Tink the crusader came to the fore, she’s wont to do that, fiesty bint. Today I’m sore and emotionally hungover, aching to hold a wounded soul that is not mine but that is a reflection of the little girl I was who words hurt so badly as a child.
You can say whatever you want here, of course. But sometimes do you have to? Really?
