"But now you’re telling me my heart’s sick,
And now I’m telling you I know,
And you’re telling me you’re leaving,
And I’m telling you to go,
And I’m not so sorry for the heart-wreck,
But for each season left unblessed,
The new terror in the canyons,
The new terror in our chests.”
I can’t feel the things I want to feel. Loneliness never strays too far and a constant longing made its self at home. How much longer will this last? This can’t be it. Is this it? I want so much more.
It is extremely frustrating when you absolutely love makeup, but you have hooded eyes. All I want are large eyelids for a goddamn good canvas! Seriously though, I spend a large amount of time on my makeup, but due to my hooded eyelids you can barely tell I have any on. D:< !!!!!
Also, God forbid I put a bit too much eyeliner on because then I barely have a lid at all.
Is anyone else having a problem trying to view their messages on here? It says I have two unread messages, but if I try to open up my messages there is nothing.
Tumblr, y u do?