How people see makeup as a way of life, not as an extra accessory. Yes, I usually wear make up everyday because I am used to it. Do I cake myself? No. Do I know how to utilize it in such a way that makes me look my best? Yes. I’m tired of fakes walking around with cheap ass make up, caking it onto their face when it doesn’t even look good. Concealer- Use it when you need it. The sexiest skin is natural. Foundation- I don’t want to stroke my finger down your face and end up with clumps. Eyeshadow- Choose the colors that make your eyes pop. But not hot pink, bright blue, green, orange, etc. Please, you look ridiculous. Blush&Bronzer- Too much bronzer makes your fake tan look even more noticeable. Too much blush makes you look like a clown. Eyeliner- This is used to DEFINE your eyes, not hide them. Your eye lids are not coloring pages. Mascara- The most BASIC accessory. At least have the decency to un-clump your eyelashes.
Honestly. Is it that hard?
We thought she wasn’t paying any attention to us so we decided to flick her off. Apparently she was.
Kerri wears diapers with the Nazi swastika on them. We should all go kill her.
Lol we scared her into thinking there was something behind her door. What a stumpy.
“Bitch. Like I’m proud. Hoe on my dick. Call my girl. I’ma fuck her in the ass. I’m a martian. I’m high like a martian. MARTIAN. MARTIAN. MARTIAN. All my girlfriends think I’m cool like a martian. Something dick. Something hoe. Something god. Something gang. Bitches. Hoe this. Fuck that. Faggot. MARTIAN. MARTIAN. MARTIAN. Talking shit behind my back nigga. Something I’m the fucking champ. Six foot pimp. MARTIAN.”
I don’t even know what you’re saying.
You honestly looked ridiculous.
Every little thing annoys me now. Maybe it just stress. After this week things will probably get more fun or enjoyable. Also, life is easier when you stop thinking about what people think about you. In the future, you wont even remember them. Muahahaha.
You sing 24/7. Nonstop. Lord have mercy. WHY.
“Then I park my car, woop. Then I fuck your bitch, woop. Eat that wonton soup, woop.”
“7AM wakin’ up in the mornin’.”
“She got a good head, she give good heart.”
Must you always sing?
I want to show you that your the only one that I want. More than just a few cute lines and a smile. I want you to realize that you mean the world to me.
You’re not cool. You’re not ‘popular.’ You aint the shit.
I will always calm down and fall asleep to the sound of your voice. Even though it took me hours of panting, safety scissors, and listening to your voice to make me stop crying, I will always feel safer when you sing to me. Not in that cute adorable amazing voice kind of way, because I’m so used to your voice. And when I hear it, I always feel like everything’s gonna be okay. Even if you do sing the stupidest songs ever, I love them regardless. I asked you to sing to me, and did without question. Nonstop for over an hour. Thank you. I love you so much. Even with your ridiculous haircut. You’re my best friend.