The Skincare Shelf I Arrange by Texture Because It Inspires My Mood
There was a quiet afternoon when I found myself sitting cross-legged on…
There was a quiet afternoon when I found myself sitting cross-legged on…
There are nights when my reflection doesn’t look particularly dramatic or alarming,…
There are mornings when I sit at my vanity and everything around…
Some days my hair behaves like an uncooperative paintbrush, doing its own…
Whenever I open my eyeshadow drawer, it feels as if I’m lifting…
There was a morning not too long ago when I stood in…
It all began on a night when the world outside my window…
Certain objects whisper to you the moment you touch them, and that…
There is a particular kind of heartbreak that only creative people truly…
I was sitting at my vanity, surrounded by a landscape of palettes…
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