Some people waste their time hating on someone, finding reasons for other people to hate that person, talk about that person 25/8 because of how ‘angry’ they are. When really you can just spend that time loving someone else, it feels way better, trust me. Love me or hate me, either way you’ll think of me.
Honestly, a lot of people jump on to the “natural is best” bandwagon. My opinion? Make up is like clothing. There’s such thing as too much, and in some cases, not enough. It just goes down to how you wanna look or whatever. I honestly don’t mind so much because I know some girls out there get a confidence boost from having great make up on, and confidence IS the best thing a lady can sport, just sayin’.
I saw a recent comment on a friend’s picture, so here’s a little rant of mine. Guys say they prefer a girl who doesn’t pack on so much make up, right? Hm okay, then why the hell are they obssessing over hin and import models? Maybe not all guys say this or are obssessed with models who do cake their face. But if I were a guy, this make up thing shouldn’t even matter. If a girl cakes her face to a point where you cant even recognize her without make up on.. then yeah, I completely understand. But if a girl manages to put a certain amount of make up on and have a natural look, damn you shouldn’t even trip. Just know that she baaad, aha. Oh, and it irritates the shit out of me when you say “Psh, it’s all about a natural girl though!” Dude just shutup, it even takes a lot of makeup to pull off a natural look on some girls. So when you got a girl that may seem natural to you, then find out that she was just covering up. Don’t tell me I didn’t told you so, jerk.
9693.) When I was little, all I wanted was to grow up so I could be free. Now that I'm older, I realize being free and being independent aren't always the same thing. When you're a kid, you don't have many worries, insecurities, or responsibilities. You have time to play, to explore, and to dream. You love without fear and happiness is easy to come by. That was freedom, and how I miss it so.