my high end reds
l-r: bite pomegranate, ysl red muse, mac ruby woo, mac russian red, sephora always red, mac dubonnet, mac viva glam i, mac chili, nars fire down below, kat von d stiletto, mac lady danger
I have evolved so much over time… but I’m not sure I’m happy with myself. Having existential crises on the daily. Questioning my identity every ten minutes. Analyzing everything I do—every action, every word, every expression, every decision, every trepidation, every success, every failure, every god damn breath that passes through my lips.
Who am I? I question myself extensively every moment of every day, and I still don’t know. I’m overwhelmed by my own self-esteem, or lack thereof.
I don’t know.
If I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.
-Hayao Miyazaki (x)
Yes, it is. This is how you treat your friend. Sometimes, you love your friend so much you wanna kiss em. Sometimes it’s your best friend, sometimes a friend you just met, sometimes a mere acquaintance. Sometimes you do it because you’ve let this feeling build up for years. Sometimes you do it because they said something really funny. Sometimes you do it because they just look really good in that lighting. Doesn’t matter. Love strikes as it chooses, not as we command it to. If not love, call it infatuation. If not that, then a striking desire to be reckless or flippant or adventurous. Again, doesn’t matter. Label it as choose. The cause could be a million things, but the effect is the same. Your heart goes outta whack in an instant, and the reason isn’t always clear, and sometimes it is, but you just react.
Yes, this is how you treat a friend. You don’t have to, but you can. In fact, when we decide we’ve found our life partner, most of us wish we’ll be looking at our best friend. And we plan on kissing them a lot, for forever, or at least as much as we can.