My eyelashes are sore from curling. I curse at my tear ducts, for doing their job as I continue to layer black lines closer and closer to perfection.
My eyes swell shut every night. Only then can I sleep.
My skin isn’t this color.
My lips swell at the touch of my lipstick. It hurts to speak, but atleast it’s pretty to look at.
I paint a look of rebellion and beauty daily. This is all for you. And if you don’t like it.
Well, I’ll sure as hell change it.
i try so hard to pull off the “i dont give a fuck what people think about me” facade but in reality i care way too much and I’m like a big bowl of overly self conscious pudding
I’m actually really worried that nobody will ever fall in love with me.
DO U EVER JUST REMEMBER SOMEONE WHO PRETTY MUCH FUCKED UP YOUR LIFE AND THEN UR LIKE WOW I WAS SO FUCKING STUPID TO ALLOW THEM INTO MY LIFE FOR A STARTERS WHY DIDN’T I PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE WHILE I HAD THE CHANCE I’M GLAD THEY ARE GONE BY NOW
I will wear what I want.
I will get tattoos if I want.
I will wear makeup if I want.
I will dye my hair if I want.
I will pierce whatever I want.
I will shave what I want.
I will lose weight if I want.
I will gain weight if I want.
I will have sex if I want.
at first, i’m like: alright my body is pretty okay, i can deal
at second glance i’m like: oh god what was i thinking
after i eat, i’m like: I’M NEVER EATING AGAIN
15 minutes later, i’m like: what’s for dinner?????
A song from the drama 流星の絆(Ryusei no Kizuna/Ties of Shooting Stars). On my list of dramas to watch, but this song is beautiful. The strings bring out so much emotion in the melody.