About me

ME


Name: Danielle Birthday: September 30th Sign: Libra


"Classy, never trashy, and a little bit nasty" I am a cosmetics student with a serious passion for the art that is makeup. I enjoy Makeup/ cosmetics, cute ugly things, retro glam, sex, vintage, animals, sweets, heels, art, tattoos, flowers, travel, fashion, reading, theater, singing, and so much more, i am an eclectic collection of hobbies and interests. I hope that you all enjoy my blog
Hoping for a truer sense of self, because what could more cathartic, than true and unencumbered expression


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"life is to short to spend hoping that the perfectly arched eyebrow or the hottest new lip shade will mask an ugly heart" 

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"Grief does not change you… It reveals you." 

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This song is so dancey

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why be a hardrock when you’re really a gem

why be a hardrock when you’re really a gem

(Source: recitethis.com)

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"True is it that we have seen better days”. -" 

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"Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It’s like the tide going out, revealing whatever’s been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you’ve made." 

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“Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely. God is love, they once said, but we reversed that, and love, like heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting, always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh.

And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it, at the time.”

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"But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind." 

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"My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? … What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie." 

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"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane." 

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