welcoming November (and subsequently my first post-birthday post) with a reblog about makeup, a.k.a. one of the I’m-growing-older-thus-it’s-time-I-start-looking-like-a-lady posts I am trying to bring myself to read (bleh)
Because good makeup is the personification of “fake it till you make it.”
Congratulations, girl. You made it to your twenties. Your mid-twenties, even! Good work! You’re a grown-ass lady now. Except I’m sure your parents probably still pay for your iPhone. It’s OK, I’m 25 and mine do. You’ve probably learned a lot since you left high school, saw the world from the bottom of a Smirnoff bottle, maybe got a degree, kissed some people who were bad news. That’s the way it goes down.
But now you’re a big girl, and perhaps you’re drowning in student loan debt or working a shitty retail job. You’re probably going to get your heart stomped on once or twice. Someone you love more than anything might die. You’re definitely not where you thought you were gonna be when you were a dreamy 14-year-old. And that’s OK. It’ll happen for you eventually…
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