This is such a worthwhile thing to start doing. Conceal under your eye in a triangle shape. Your makeup will look more blended and you’ll achieve that more flawless look. Plus, it won’t show up as harshly in flash photography (if your concealer has SPF or just isn’t great with flash). I do this every single time I do concealer even if that’s all I’m putting on that day. I know so many people that do what is done on the right (concealing just right under the eye) and let me tell you it doesn’t look that great.
Try out a cool way to separate egg yolks from egg whites!
this is genius.
WHAT?!!! I have to tell the gents!
I will try this.
So will I.
Purity Ring- Amenamy
she wear snort snirt i wear sneep snop
Hey.
Kyubey didn’t understand the reason Madoka had so much potential. Madoka also didn’t think she was anything special. It didn’t make sense. She was completely ordinary.
Except to Homura.
Homura saw her, a completely ordinary girl, and saw something different. She saw Madoka as the most important person in the world. She saw a best friend.
Homura did everything she possibly could to make sure Madoka’s life was valued by the universe, to save her from despair and destruction.
And it was because Homura saw her completely differently than she even saw herself, Madoka became the most powerful magical girl of all.
At the end of Puella Magi Madoka Magica, text appears: “Don’t forget. Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. As long as you remember her, you are not alone.”
What it means is that, you have value. Someone believes it, someone knows it, and someone is doing everything they can for you, even when you think yourself as completely unimportant and unworthy. You are important and worthwhile to somebody, always.
So I pokemon-fusioned and
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the MAJESTY
Here are some awesome and empowering quotes from several very strong female celebrities.
And Kristen Stewart.
No, you know what? Fuck you.
Let me tell you about Kristen Stewart.
Let’s talk about how she’s the centerpiece of one of the most inexplicably popular misogynistic pieces of film shit and somehow gets blamed for it sucking, despite the fact that, hey, the books were actually worse. For those who were lucky enough to escape reading the actual books, her apparent lack of emotion is 100% accurate to Bella’s character, because Bella is in fact not a character but a blank white wall for fourteen-year-old girls to project themselves onto. Robert Pattinson is not the only one in the cast who hates Twilight, thank you.
Let’s talk about how she got crucified in the media for having an affair with a married man, when that man was her director. And let’s remember that she was called all manner of things for “ruining her relationship with RPattz” when she wasn’t even engaged to the dude, let alone married with kids. But oh no, she gets called a slut because she’s Kristen Stewart, she gets her career fucked because she’s Kristen Stewart, and the dude gets off scott free.
Let’s talk about how she is incredibly shy and anxious (rather, incidentally, like Chris Evans) but does film anyway, because she’s just that awesome.
Fuck your noise. She’s not the best actor in the world but she sure as hell doesn’t deserve that kind of shit.
paper stars
Karkat had always been absolutely fascinated by how romantic it sounded, when he’d first heard of them. A thousand paper stars to grant a wish? It was just like some of the best in his vast collection of movies.
But it wasn’t until a while later that he’d actually start making them. After finding out how to make them after a quick Trolloogle search, he set to work, knowing in his pan that it wouldn’t do anything, but still young and naive enough to hold onto a shred of hope.
It took a while, and used up lots of paper. Star after star after star.
When he was at about half a jar, he just.. stopped. It became a bit boring. A tiny bit dull. Star after star after tedious, colorful little star.
A couple perigrees or so later, when he was self-decidedly smarter and also wiser, he got into a dramatic, slur filled fight with Captor. He had thrown his arms up in outrage, when out of the corner of his eyes he spotted the jar, still half-full., covered with a thin layer of dust. Pausing, he slid the pieces of paper over, and began again.
It became a sort of ritual for him after that. Get into a fight, a couple paper stars, wake up in early evening grumpy, a couple more. After a short while of this, the jar was full. He placed it next to the husktop moniter, and stared at it occaisionally. A thousand and one were in there, prevented from growing little legs and escaping by a sturdy cork.
He.. waited. And waited. And then, he started another jar. Feel shitty, make stars, wanted to go into an absolute rage, make a few more. It didn’t make him feel any better, of course. Just gave him something to do that wasn’t tearing his whole hive down and throwing it at Her Condescension Herself until She came over and culled him personally.
The jars multiplied. He made a couple more friends, if he could call them that, somehow. More colors went into the mix. Sooner or later twelve separate colors filled up the jars.
When he’d been thrust into the game, he’d started making them with a fury. Anything to stay inside and not look at the nauseating color of his land.
The jars piled up. He got more and more frustrated with each one, as time went by.
But he kept them there, as a brightly colored silent confirmation that magic doesn’t exsist, and he’d never get any of his wishes granted.
Self-destruction is a beautiful thing.
this is absolutely beautiful get on my blog
bluhhh i need to go to sleep earlier this week i keep stayin up til like 2 on school nights :(
guess ill go now ughghghghhh
I’M LAUGHING SO HARD I WAS LISTENING TO THE MOONBASE ALPHA THING AND I SAW THIS GIF AND?????????? OH MY G OD
I went straight-faced to hyena-cackling in approximately .03 seconds
