I've never felt so free as when I painted on that damn clown smile for Halloween. I wish it didn't feel so psychotic to wear on just a regular Thursday.
In high school I would do insane intricate beautiful makeup everyday and style my hair so cool and then I was extremely depressed and stopped wearing makeup or caring about my appearanceā¦ i finally feel like myself again but I lost the ability to do makeup and hair but you know what: Idc šI think my bad makeup and ficked up hair is now what makes me Maddie, and I love herš light eyeshadow on lids only because itās easier to blend and powder foundationā¦ easy peasy āļøI no longer compare myself to other women because I am me and they will also never be me ā¦ and thatās awesome:) š¤ also middle finger is the Best accessory šš»#true
I've always been a hater of the wave of mediocre poetry that followed the cultural phenomena Milk and Honey. For fear of my vulnerability coming off as cringe, my own amateur poetry has stayed buried a long time. But I finally purged my notes app and made a little zine-
ā°(*Ā“ļø¶`*)āÆā” read it if you like ā”ā°(*Ā“ļø¶`*)āÆ
