“a thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.” // j. keats
let’s say, hypothetically speaking, that you’ve spent roughly the last 18 hours feeling truly awful.
like, absolutely the worst. ever. i won’t go into speculative specifics, but let’s just say things haven’t been pretty. they’ve be so ugly, in fact – (just for the sake of this post, of course) that at some point in the evening prior when i lifted my aching body from the sofa to drag it to the bed where i reallyreally hoped i’d sleep, more restfully than i actually had, that washing my face was an actual impossibility. allegedly. (so was changing from regular clothes to some sort of jammy. what do grown-ups call ‘em anyway?)
and so, many a moon after last-calls at bars were the only reason i’d fall asleep with my face on – last night was an exception to my very steadfast rule.* and though the night took on many twists and unpleasant turns and by right, i should’ve woken up looking something akin to a drowning raccoon, the only thing that made it through the night without harm was my eyeliner. considering my night, the fact that my eyes were near-perfectly lined was the only bright-spot in an otherwise truly terrible night.
take this as a show of my dedication for this here blog. i’d endure almost anything to get you the goods.
→ source : buxom pen & ink long-last eyeliner in P.S. via sephora
* this is all conjecture. (not really.)