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.
"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."
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.
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.
Honestly, where does it get you? What benefits from it? Do you just enjoy stirring up drama, causing shit? Cause I could literally wipe that perfect fake BarbieDoll smile across your face. Following the crowd, going with the hype. For once in your life, be original. Do your own thing, your own fucking swag. I’m so tired of everyone being clones of each other.
"Wear a shitload of axe. That always do their hair. That aren’t conceited. That call me at night. That wear Vnecks. That have sexy voices."
STFU, wth. If he doesn’t wear Vnecks, does that mean you’re not going to date him? If he doesn’t have a ‘sexy voice’ does that mean you’re not going to love him? Are you looking for a specific guy? Cause I doubt you’ll fucking find him. Maybe you’re finding the wrong people cause you have the wrong fucking expectations.
Whatever happened to ‘Love Just Happens’? Whatever happened to ‘Let Love Come To You’? Grow the fuck up. The more you truly know a person, the more you get to see how beautiful they are on the inside. The more beautiful you see them as on the inside, the more beautiful they become on the outside. No matter the circumstance. Stop being so fucking judgmental.