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gutsy_dame
Dress 1x (18), Shoes 9, 10
Non Smoking
No Pets
Pickup in Toronto preferred, Otherwise ship by Canada Post
Domestic
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Last Post: December 13, 2010
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gutsy_dame
L-1X (14-18)
Non-smoking
No Pets
Will ship within 1-3 days to Canada & US
I accept Paypal only. Not looking to trade.
Last post: Sept. 17, 2010
I do not have a feedback page.
All items have never been posted before.

For reference: I am a size 18, 5`7 and 220-something lbs.

Help me pay for school books... )
 
 
 
gutsy_dame
26 January 2010 @ 11:25 pm
If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to

Howl, howl
Howl, howl

Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground

Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness

And howl, howl
Howl, howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground

And howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
 
 
gutsy_dame
05 January 2010 @ 07:37 pm
All I know is that you're so nice
You're the nicest thing I've seen
I wish that we could give it a go
See if we could be something

I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style

I wish you couldn't figure me out
But you'd always wanna know what I was about
I wish you'd hold my hand
When I was upset
I wish you'd never forget
The look on my face when we first met

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot
That you loved secretly
'Cause it was on a hidden bit
That nobody else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,
Actually I meant three

I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn't eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen
And I wish that we could see if we could be something
Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something
 
 
gutsy_dame
15 December 2009 @ 11:21 am
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley
 
 
gutsy_dame
16 August 2009 @ 11:37 pm
With all the recent thinking about your goals and what you need to do in order to have the life of your dreams, you're just plain old tired of living in the future. Unfortunately nostalgia isn't healthy now either. Instead of worrying about yesterday or tomorrow, methodically keep bringing your thoughts back to today. When you can keep your mind focused on the here-and-now, you'll also be closer to being happy.


YES!

Off to Ft. Lauderdale in 30 hours.  Eff YA!
 
 
gutsy_dame
14 August 2009 @ 08:00 pm
I don't know why updating my journal seems like so much extra effort that I do not wish to expend.  It's been a while lj, but i think I'm having the best summer of my life.  Despite the month long garbage and community services strike!  Without access to a car, i'm walking, and seeing the sunshine a lot more.  I'm constantly surrounded by friends coming to hangout at my new crib on the danforth.  I've been biking to the beaches, swimming in the local pool, bbqing, and porch gossiping.
Spent a weekend at my parents house in Bradford with friends.  Performed at Pride with my dance troupe.  Lost the family dog, then found her 5 days later.  I've even been having a sexxxy summer fling. ;)

I've been extremely lackadaisical on the job finding front, (I just can't stand standing at Koodo 40 hours a week and need to find something else!) and just when I start to feel guilty, I realize it's summer, and I'm going to fucking enjoy it.

And on Tuesday, I'm going to celebrate my friends birthday in Ft. Lauderdale and staying in the fanciest hotel I've ever seen.  OMG eggsited.

*deep sigh*  I am happy. And it feels goooooooooooooood.

 
 
gutsy_dame
18 July 2009 @ 01:49 am
Fabienne: I was looking at myself in the mirror.
Butch: Uh-huh?
Fabienne: I wish I had a pot.
Butch: You were lookin' in the mirror and you wish you had some pot?
Fabienne: A pot. A pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy.
Butch: Well you should be happy, 'cause you do.
Fabienne: Shut up, Fatso! I don't have a pot! I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star," it's not the same thing.
Butch: I didn't realize there was a difference between a tummy and a pot belly.
Fabienne: The difference is huge.
Butch: You want me to have a pot?
Fabienne: No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like a gorilla. But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.
Butch: You think guys would find that attractive?
Fabienne: I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.
 
 
gutsy_dame
25 March 2009 @ 01:22 pm
Are you changing, are you changing, are you changing.
Do you know it, do you feel it, do you know it.
But you're waiting, why're you waiting, why're you waiting.
Just do it, whatever it is.
there are secrets, there are secrets, there are secrets.
there are places, there are places, you can go to
they might tell you, yeah they'll tell you, that you shouldn't

just do it, whatever it is, whatever it is,
just do it, whatever it is, whatever it is,
go do it, whatever it is, whatever it is,
just do it, whatever it is.

and you're dancing, and you're looking kinda crazy
and your arms, are making little circles
there are reasons, there are reasons, you can find out

so do it, whatever it is, whatever it is,
just do it, whatever it is, whatever it is,
go do it, whatever it is, whatever it is,
whatever it is, whatever it is.

it's so quiet, it's so quiet, it's so quiet
and you're dreaming, and you're dreaming, and you're dreaming
I turn to you and say - awake is the new sleep, awake is the new sleep
so wake up. And do it, whatever it is. Just do it, whatever it is.
'cause awake is the new sleep, awake is the new sleep
so wake up
wake up.
and do it. Whatever it is, whatever it is,
just do it, whatever it is, whatever it is,
go do it, whatever it is, whatever it is
just do it, whatever it is, whatever it is.