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today i bought a magazine because i was so entranced by the beautiful women on the cover. they had porcelain skin and old hollywood glamour attire, and i just impulsively put it on the conveyor.
i'm one of the suckers they count on buying the magazine after just a quick, but captivated glance. i'm aware. i commend the photographers/designers/hair & makeup stylists/et cetera for a job well done.
i've been a little distant this week, but i'm not too far away. there is something hauntingly beautiful about grey eyes.
it's funny how you notice life being so metaphorical when you want to. it's been rainy and dreary lately, i've lost my shit, i've forgotten deadlines, and i'm ending the week by attending a funeral.
then again, it rains when it wants to, losing my shit is the story of my life, and being forgetful is something i inherited from my grandmother.
i still hope the sun comes out soon again.
i'm one of the suckers they count on buying the magazine after just a quick, but captivated glance. i'm aware. i commend the photographers/designers/hair & makeup stylists/et cetera for a job well done.
i've been a little distant this week, but i'm not too far away. there is something hauntingly beautiful about grey eyes.
it's funny how you notice life being so metaphorical when you want to. it's been rainy and dreary lately, i've lost my shit, i've forgotten deadlines, and i'm ending the week by attending a funeral.
then again, it rains when it wants to, losing my shit is the story of my life, and being forgetful is something i inherited from my grandmother.
i still hope the sun comes out soon again.