There’s a certain way you do your makeup when you’re aware that you are simply applying it to have it disarrayed. There’s a deliberateness to the lipstick that will later crest the curve of your cheek, the mascara that will later run lines down your face. You realize that things must first be built in order for them to be destroyed.
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Yesterday, I had a conversation with Heart about when she revealed her own little taboo experience and we got into how strangely freeing and comforting tumblr can be. The car story I’ve been writing about is probably only known by two other people than those involved and one part, specifically, no one has heard. I’ve been debating putting it up here.
But, either way, I suppose what I’m getting at here is that the catharsis that this site offers is simply marvelous (provided no one I know finds this and figures out it’s me).
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
— Anaïs Nin