In her face were too sharply blended the delicate features of her mother, a Coast aristocrat of French descent, and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But it was an arresting face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends. Above them, her thick black brows slanted upward, cutting a startling oblique line in her magnolia-white skin — that skin so prized by Southern women and so carefully guarded with bonnets, veils and mittens against hot Georgia suns.
I hate having strong eyebrows because the upkeep is sooooo annoying and I don’t rly trust anyone to do them so I just have to pluck them all the time and it’s so ://///
YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS TO APPEAR ON MY DASHBOARD
I think beards are probably the way forwards.
when someone calls u cute and u just feel cute all day ~~~
ive been trying to decide if half a shot of 5 hour energy would give u 2.5 hours of energy or 5 hours of half-assed energy and i can’t figure it out for my life……..someone experiment this and get back to me
One of my all time favourites.
this looks like an album cover omg