Such Sweet Nothing

Name is Crystel. im 22 and happily taken for the moment, my blog of the ramblings of my heart and mind

I think I’d rather be blind

Im pissed. My contacts are fucking irritating and the eye doctor is way to fucking busy apparently. Can’t do anything til wednesday. On my long week and I’m only gonna get three hours of sleep that day. I fucking hate working nights. People just fuck you right the fuck over. I dont ask you to make an appointment in the middle of your sleep time. Cunts.

It’s funny, how when women are ugly they are mocked for it, but when women perfect the art of makeup, skin, nails and beauty they are mocked for that too. It’s almost like if you’re a woman you’re mocked no matter what you do. Me? I sell makeup. I sell confidence. I sell gorgeous door to door.

They say Michelangelo painted the Sistine Chapel with paintbrushes no bigger than his finger, but could he paint a masterpiece on his face, at seven in the morning, with his daughter pulling on his skirt, and his husband hollering about how breakfast is late, and only 20 minutes to get everyone off to school? It’s funny, how when men create beauty it’s a masterpiece and when a woman creates beauty it’s just what she’s supposed to be

Me? I sell new beginnings. I sell a blank canvas, and your own brushes, and your own paint. I sell the chance to be your own greatest creation.

If your dude doesn’t look at you like you are the baddest bitch thus far, like no others can step to you, get a new man.

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Sometimes we hold hands when we fuck

because we can be as rough as we want
with each other’s bodies

but me holding your hand is my way of reminding you

that I’m nothing but gentle with your heart.

—   HE. (via stayygone)

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supsass:

can i sell my feelings on ebay i don’t want them anymore

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lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

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I am not the first person you loved.

You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.

We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.

Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.

Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.

I think that has to be part of its miracle.

This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.

And I will not be afraid of your scars.

I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know:

Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.

I will love you when you are a hurricane.

—   Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via sagaciousefflundancy)

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“Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.”

—   Emma Watson (via la-ragazza-occhi-cielo)
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Anonymous said: lesbian

Nope :) but I do think ladies are pretty.

Anonymous said: You're beautiful.

I like to think that’s true. :) cause I’m awesome. But I’m probably not everyone’s cup of tea

True/False game. Make an assumption about me in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.

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“The best advice I’ve ever received is, ‘No one else knows what they’re doing either.”

—   Ricky Gervais  (via laudasaur)

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