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I've never touched makeup before but I have this eye pencil thing and decided to doodle on myself. I like it.
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I enjoy my bare face but it's been fun experimenting with different eyeliner styles. I basically enjoy drawing little things on my face hahahah
Mar 28, 2024
Iβm unexpectedly at home with some free time, so I decided to get a yummy drink, put on some music, and try on something new with my makeup. Some of it is a bit rough because Iβm using a new white eyeliner but it was so fun and so gender affirming and so girlhood jiji π«§β¨π₯³ππππ«ΆπΌπ«ΆπΌπ³οΈββ§οΈ
(I think next time I wonβt do the white dots on the eyelids and just let the glitter be protagonist)
Apr 26, 2024
Missed doing graphic liners soooo much. I can't belive I used tk to this for college all the time but now ita drastically gone down since I've started working. But I still obvi do show up looking extra for work q eyeshadow and all but I just missed doing liner stuff ig. Anyways took a bunch of photos todayπ₯°π₯°π₯°π₯°π₯°
Feb 22, 2025
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AAAHHHH I'm learning CSS and HTML to design my own webpage (I'm also using sites like Caard and StrawPage) because I am obsessive with customization and journaling. I have a crippling Instagram addiction but I hate the app. This app seems more my style π
Feb 8, 2025
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I've deleted Instagram. I'm stretching my ears. I'm making video diaries again. I write for myself only. I'm secluded, quiet, I'm grieving, I'm burying myself and I am being buried and I am attending the funeral. I'm alone in all of this.
It wasn't a new year resolution that led me here. It wasn't therapy or a fortune cookie or anything romantic. But I realize your story only matters if you plan on telling it to someone. Maybe as a response to something, "what the fuck is wrong with you?", maybe an intimate secret, maybe a drunken ramble. I'm done telling stories.
I've been alone for forever. Occasionally someone will drift too close, and I think maybe this time, maybe, maybe... And I'm left scarred, or left quietly, but always left.
Of course I have things to reflect on and things to take accountability for. But I'll be damned if I present my isolation as pure, as if I am a martyr. No, this is not for everyone's safety or my own digestibility. I am bringing the chisel down in sharp downward motions against myself again and again and and I will carve something new from this stone tomb. I'll never be David. I'll never be Michelangelo. But I can be something more than stone.
I am moving on. I don't know to where or to what end. It doesn't matter. Very little does, now. Maybe it always had such little meaning and I was just too close, to desperate, to see that. I wanted so badly to mean something. Even if it was just to be grieved. No one will miss me, now, as it's always been. But I also don't miss me.
Moving on.
Mar 26, 2025
I love personal/portable DVD players and finally got one for Christmas. And I cannot recommend getting one enough.
Unfortunately, the battery is broken, so it doesn't hold a charge, but it works amazingly plugged in and this one has a car plug. Beautiful. Don't let these die.
Recently I've seen a resurgence in cassette players, and I really hope someone decided to revamp personal DVD players.
Feb 20, 2025