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Beauty

EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT FALSE LASHES

false lashes

It’s been 7 years since I applied false lashes for the first time and just thinking about that is W I L D. To be honest saying that aloud as I typed this made me feel a ways. For one, 7 years is a long time and makes me feel kind of old. Two, I’m not sure how I functioned before strips came into my life. Now the latter may be a bit dramatic. BUT, that’s how good eyelash strips are. I’d like to think others agree because I’m ALWAYS getting compliments on mine when I wear them. Compliments ranging from how precise they look (as if I got lash extensions), how well I put them on, and so forth.

SO, keep reading as I put y’all on game 😉 and share my application tips, where I get my strips from, and the secret to my poppin’ false lashes.

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Poetry Pieces

3AM

3am

I do my best writing at 3am.

When the roads are quiet and all I hear is the slight rumbling of a fan who’s time above me may be coming to an end. It’s worn in the best way, like the sheets on my bed after a wild night, tossing and turning trying to get comfortable. Waking up to the glow from the small lamp in the corner of my room, keeping me apprised of what’s going on during the silence of the night. That silence is when all my thoughts come to a head and I think of every damn thing.

The man who burned me, the one who came after that I prayed would take his place.

The bad taste wanting that to happen so bad left in my mouth.. The fear of the day ahead and the stress of the day before. The book that is so good I have to take pauses in reading to write this note in my phone to tell you all — I do my best writing at 3am.

In case you were wondering, it’s after 3am and I’m writing you. Not because I’m sad, not even because I’m stressed. But because my thoughts were coming to a head and I had to get them out. At this time I’m able to think. I’m able to map out my desires, my shortcomings, my fears, my passions; everything that makes me, me. Knowing that, it gives me the push to pray for the things I want and imagine the things I’ll have one day. So, I thought I’d end with letting you know that all of this is the very reason I do my best writing at 3am. If you’re up too and your mind is running as wild as mine, we should stay up and write together sometime.

 

Thelms

Poetry Pieces

CALL ME CRAZY

Call Me Crazy

Call me crazy for wanting to go after the things I don’t have. For thinking that any of those things could be mine. For pursuing those things so relentlessly that they do become mine, eventually.  Continue Reading

My Words Poetry Pieces

LET ME EXPLAIN

explain

It’s not something you just know, or feel automatically.

You don’t know its there till you’re calling a friend at 3 in the morning, on the verge of tears.

She asks you what’s wrong, sensing something the moment you say hello.

It’s nothing you say, hoping the louder and more confidently you say it, the less real it will become.

How do you explain to someone that school’s great, family’s great, hell life’s pretty dang great, but something else, small but present is building within you.

 

You refuse to say it because voicing it, saying it out loud might make it that much realer.

But what if voicing it saves you.

What if explaining the broken pieces within you brings them back together again.

So, after the third nudge from your friend you realize it’s time.

Time to save you.

With a voice just barely above a whisper, you sigh and mumble,

“Let me explain.”