daintyasshit:

I wear a 36DD, which apparently is a weird size, because all I can ever find is either glorified ace bandages or triple-ultra-neon-pushup bras.

And all I really want is some cream and peach colored lace.

oh no christianna needs bra shopping help i know what i’ll be doing for the next eight hours

Desperately trying to grow my nails out so I can get on this shit but I can’t seem to get them past 3 mm above my fingertips. Two summers ago I got a lot of gel manicures from my mom’s nail tech/bff, back when I didn’t paint my nails every week so I could grow ‘em hella out. She always filed them half-pointed in a real sixties whore kinda way and I totally questioned her taste. She knew way better than I did, I guess.

Big Lots has a shit ton of polishes from last year’s fizzy scented collection from Revlon, the one with all the glass flecks. It’d be so perfect for this, I’d die.

(Source: pixel-mermaid, via fuckyahcosmetology)

Do they still make YSL In Love Again? Fuck I loved that. It’s, like, aggressively fruity - lemony and pineappley.

They still make everything when you live on the internet.

Would go there tho, not above it

comes drifting through the cool night air like Jimmy Choo

but I mean if we’re gonna get topical about it, this is the one for meee

Sugared pansies set on fire. Cumin. My body doesn’t make its own cumin. Celery, did I mention celery? I want cats to want to rub their faces all over my body.

I want something green but also a little fruity, light on the orange. Orange doesn’t make you fucking daring, parfumeurs. I want something that smells like the Benefit blushes and a bloody mary with lots of wood. Like L’Homme Libre but sweeter, maybe with vanilla mint or fake cherries. Like Miss Dior except mean and not for chumps. (Dior is for chumps.) I like heavy scents in the summer because my sweat makes them breathe. Basil, pepper, peach, juniper, bark, puddles, lavender sugar. I’ve been wearing Prada Amber pour l’homme naked to bed. I wore Valentino Rock ‘n Rose shopping today. It sits nice on my skin but ugh, what kind of girl do you think I am? Lola is my scent, it’s my full-time-scent, but it’s not my scent. It’s nice and it does its job and nobody minds it but does that sound like RGR to you? No way. It just rests politely on my pores like it doesn’t wanna be there.

Or you!