I have two eyeliner settings: “none” and “wanton mistress of the night.”
They make you think and rethink and overthink until finally mole hills become mountains and cracks become canyons. When 1 o’clock rolls around, do yourself a favor and sleep. Take a NyQuil, warm milk, count sheep- pick your poison but just SLEEP. Nothing good happens after 1. Trust me.
I say cute things, I love hearing cute things, I end up sounding lame and funny most of the time, and I usually think of a better way of saying them after I’ve already opened my mouth. But I wear my heart on my sleeve and I think there’s a microphone somewhere in there too.. Because my feelings— my very cheesy feelings— are heard loud and ridiculous. And I’m not ashamed.
I want to grow up not because i hate my parents or want to get out of home but because i want the freedom to do tiny things like decided what furniture goes in my house and what colour the walls are and if i should go out at night rather than stay in doing work for once I want to decide what music to play in my own home while i’m cooking or cleaning and how loud it is. I want to experience the world without a barrier and to be able to express who i am through the little details.