Tell me. Why is it so hard to style shredded boyfriend jeans?
I spent the bulk of last night with piles of shirts on my bed. My mind organizing this beautiful mess, wondering how to look effortlessly decent. Despite endless scrolling through Pinterest, I found nothing. Boyfriend jeans are tricky. The only baggy jeans I have, and ripped as well.
Three hours passed and I gave up. I tossed the shirts on my already messy floor, and fell into deep, dead slumber. Shredded Boyfriend Jeans are a beast I cannot defeat.
Sparks ignite when we collide. Your cobalt eyes pierce through this jilted heart of mine. Let us entwine with coil and wire. Static shocks run through our veins when we set this power ablaze. We conduct jolts, you and I. These jolts to electrocute and execute.
Tell them what we are. We're magnetic, we're voltaic, we're electric.
Raise your hand if you're a lipstick hoarder.
From pinks to browns to black, I am a lipstick hoarder through and through. While I have a plethora of shades at my disposal, I don't have the space in my disposal. My packed lipstick drawer made me realize these lippies needed to shrink if I wanted more.
After much googling and experimenting, I found the best (at least, the easiest) way to do. It's not as hard as it seems. At first.
So here is a step-by-step tutorial on how to depot your lipsticks!
Wrath is a powerful tool for destruction. I'll let you bubble and boil. Under the surface of your skin. In the hot breath of your lips. Over the dense judgement of your mind. I'll let you hold your shrieks and screams. The animosity between you and I, it can't be contained.
I'll be there. When hate builds up and that is all you feel. When you look at pretty faces and their pretty lies. When you see beautiful bigots and their bias. When you feel, I'll be there. I am Anger. The anger in you. I will make you suffer. I will make you scream. I will drive you insane.
I am a powerful tool for destruction.
As a teenage girl who just turned eighteen a little over week ago, I feel like it is time to give some sage advice. Of course, I am qualified. I have the experience and knowledge of eighteen-hood to tell you things you should listen to. After all, I am an adult.
Please recognise the sarcasm in my writing.
I have some time to reflect. Childhood, teenagehood, hoods of life. A few things crossed my mind. Things I wish I knew when I was younger. Before becoming an adult, forced to do this and that. Not working or life hacks you can find with a quick google search. I wish I knew these lessons, have them ingrained in my brain. Lessons I wish I was taught when I was younger.
So I've compiled them. These are some things to know before turning 18.
August has been a busy month.
Exams, birthdays, work. I didn't have enough time to blog, or even go online most days. For the past month, I was a hermit hidden in my bedroom with horrible thoughts of papers due and examinations to review. In layman's terms, I was studying.
Thankfully, exams are over for now. Another two months before my real determines-my-future exams begin. So, let's catch up!
Here's what I've been doing in August!
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