i can’t get over how sad and funny it is when you see a teenage boy being real snotty about what he finds sexually attractive like oh no he doesn’t like bright lipstick and gladiator sandals make you look like a whore
like buddy sorry you are not some kind of sexual wine connoisseur you are sixteen and would probably fuck a grapefruit
I think about this post a lot.
This is unexpectedly not about make-up haha
reblogged before it was even finished.
i’m either “let’s move to New York and become a badass fashion magazine editor who lives off Starbucks and red lipstick” or
“lets move to the suburbs and have four kids who wears big bows and monograms”
and there’s no in between
the best type of party is a constellation party. it’s where you all lay down on the grass, look at the stars and constantly remind yourselves that you’re all insignificant specks in a vast ever changing universe. everybody leaves crying