Oh, so you ARE me! High-five, us!
Oh, so you ARE me! High-five, us!
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Aaaaaaand purchased.
The Swan Dress was one of the most perfect and appropriate things to ever be worn on a red carpet. Swan Dress Forever!
I’ve got the Sun-In if you’ve got the bad judgement.
DUDE. I never thought to use squalane oil as an eye makeup remover. That’s brilliant! Are you still using the same brand I read about on the blog? I wonder if that would take off my physical sunblock? I don’t wear foundation but my sunscreen is like glue. I wear it religiously so I won’t get sun damage but DAMN does…
marchman what the fuck
I will def try the Vanicream, then! I’d love to find ONE product that takes all the shit off my face (including the Tom Ford eyeliner that WILL. NOT. BUDGE.) without breaking me out!
I’ve used Skinceuticals Gentle Cleanser for years.
I got the CosRX one for my kids! I also got the Hado Labo one for them to try (it supposedly has fewer potential trigger ingredients).
I, too, have long blue hair, but used to rock the (now named) undercut back in the day. Are you me?
Completely off topic, but...have you done a piece on low pH cleansers on your blog? I stumbled on a Korean skin care thread somewhere a few weeks ago about how most cleansers are alkaline and all sorts of bad, particularly for acne-prone (my kids) and rosacea-prone (moi) skin. I picked up some Sulwhasoo gentle…
Not gonna lie, I am currently rocking a short brunette ‘do.
Go Francis. Fucking Birkenstock’s, love it.
It’s Barbara Bush cosplay and I want to burn it to the ground.
Her hair has been very confusing lately. The brunette shade does nothing for her and the cut resembles my fifth grade class picture from the 80s.
Plemons has been in the murdering game since high school. It’s how he expresses his love. Glad he found a like-minded soul.
A commenter on Jezebel (of course their name slips my mind now that I want to bring it up) made a great distinction I intend to follow-will supporting this person’s art put money in their pocket?
I am so sad that I had to be 32 before I realized that faking orgasms had literally ensured I had bad-to-boring sex with genuinely nice men.