Anonymous asked: OMG that kissing gif set is to die for! I can't even put into words how hot the face grab is. Now, rate the kisses on a spectrum from sweetest to asdfghjkl to hottest and every emotion in between.
(let’s just not talk about the fact that this did not make it into the final cut)
At first i said i couldn’t reblog this, bc it was too embarrassing, but them i remembered that tumblr is made for me and all my feelings when i have them.
Conversely, if some dude’s inbuilt conceal-o-meter scans your eyeliner as a millimetre thicker than the Department of Warpaint’s cat eye regulations, you’re likely to be charged with five counts of Offences Against Natural Beauty…
Part of this phenomenon is that a lot of people, and almost all men, don’t understand how make-up works. Make-up was, and still is to a large extent, one of those private self-maintenance tasks ladies perform out of male view, because putting it on openly fucks with the illusion it’s supposed to create. Traditional make-up - and especially ‘no make-up make-up’ - is supposed to make your face look ‘naturally beautiful’…
Sponging on the foundation where dudes can see messes with men’s suspension of disbelief and can even cause anger, confusion or disgust. You tricked me!, he thinks. I thought you were a natural beauty! Now I see [it was] an illusion… “If I know she wears make-up,” muses the dude, “maybe she burps and farts as well. That’s not hot at all, and women are supposed to be hot…”
Wearing ‘too much’ make-up also renders the make-up itself visible, rather than contributing to the impression of a woman’s inbuilt, effortless fuckability. It’s often connected to unbecoming displays of overt sexuality: … ‘that heavy eye shadow makes you look like a whore’…
This does open up the enticing possibility of using make-up in rebellious ways, though - playing with colour and glitter or doing a hot pink lip can make you look fantastic and repel men who expect more subtlety in make-up practice. Or you could take a more direct approach, like writing IT’S NOT FOR YOU across your cheek in green shimmer eyeliner. You go girl."
— Eleanor Robertson, "All Made Up" for FRANKIE magazine. (via ollymurmaid)
Do you know what it is like to ride the subway from 8th St. to home at night? The blistering glitter walk of lights and people grungy and dirty and dark too, both ways Happy people spill out of cabs meant to be here. It never felt more (or was it less?…) glamorous to be closing up your restaurant. It never felt so alive to be so alone. my head is so overwhelmed with thankfulness for my feelings of loneliness, and the city, in turning her face from me has wrapped me up tight and filled me with more happiness than I can ever imagine. I never want to forget this now, almost as much as I just want off this trains and to end this night. And here I am years later remembering the fictionalized specifics of a thousand nights, and of one night, and of many thoughts, and of one feeling and all I can do is look up and say ‘thank you’