I’m absolutely one to gatekeep if I feel like it, but oftentimes I will spill my guts if someone asks about something I’m using or wearing or applying. You want to know which lipstick I’m holding/wearing in a photo? I will tell you which name, number, brand, where you can likely find it, and I will even suggest an alternate shade if I think it will look more like the color in the photo if it looks different than the shade irl.
Using your lungs for good and bad. Cancelling out the smoke with cardio. The bliss of a cigarette while walking through a big city in the fairly cold weather is an experience I can only describe as joyous and freeing.
You can’t all be writers. Some of you must become blue collar workers. My blue collar bf made me a coffee table and now I get to think fondly of him when I look at it in my living room (I was likely thinking fondly of him before that anyways). He has no idea I brag about him and that table at least 3 times a week.
