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Daisies in the Dark

@daisies-in-thedark / daisies-in-thedark.tumblr.com

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My writing is tagged “words in the wind” and can usually be found with the search function or clicking on the hashtag in a post.
Born in 1971, I am a happily married woman of faith with a submissive soul
and a little girl’s hopeful heart.
This blog is many things to me, but it is
primarily a dichotomous fusion of darkness and light. It is one of the most personal and private things I’ve ever done, while also being brave and unashamed to be seen.
I am undefined here, limited only
by the lines I choose to draw.
It is my personal reconciliation of a wounded (but healing) little girl that longs to dance free and be vulnerable, treasured, and delighted in, and a courageously strong, capable, lust-filled submissive woman that craves obedience and primal passion. My bisexual inclinations - the craving for friendship, emotional and sexual intimacy, deep conversations, playful antics, and loving support with another woman, are largely unexplored,
but remain a part of me nonetheless.
I do not ask for you to believe the same things I do.
Even I sometimes question the things that arouse me, but I think that’s one of the great things about dreams, they belong to you, and no one else gets to tell you they are right, wrong, or otherwise. I make no apology for my imagination, the blurred lines of reality and fiction, nor the things I fantasize about. They don’t define me, and neither do you.
Former blog - chrissymiller89.
(Background photo - "Tweet" by Sara Riches)
“What is home? My favorite definition is “a safe place,” a place where one is free from attack, a place where one experiences secure relationships and affirmation. It’s a place where people share and understand each other. Its relationships are nurturing. The people in it do not need to be perfect; instead, they need to be honest, loving, supportive, recognizing a common humanity that makes all of us vulnerable. -Gladys Hunt”
There's a word for this season—that in-between time when winter hasn’t fully let go, but spring is just beginning to take hold. The sun warms our skin, yet there’s still a lingering chill in the air. That word is Primaveral, meaning the very first stirrings of spring, the moment when the world is caught between two seasons, shifting but not quite settled.
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