This girl outside my door just went “are you SNAPCHATTING??” And then giggled the most flirtatious giggle
i don’t even know you’re alive
nancy gets it
i’m really considering starting a beauty blog but i’m still too frequently bouncing between “YEAH!” and “ugh, really?”
the point being, i want to indulge in talking about makeup and making up and my feelings about transformation and “authentic” selves, but i’m just another white girl who doesn’t care that much about MAC lipsticks. also, i have bad skin/grooming habits (dermatillomania!). i mean, i just dyed my eyebrows with box dye and some stolen spoolies from sephora and picked open a mega zit at the nape of my neck.
Rose and Jill at the first Strawberry Switchblade gig, December 1981, Glasgow. (pic: Peter MacArthur)