ADD.
MESSAGE.
"you're not your job. you're not how much money you have in the bank. you're not the car you drive. you're not the contents of your wallet. you're not your fucking khakis. you're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."
if you're
currently
reading this to
get to know me,
delete me off
your friends
list right now.
off private because i'm not afraid anymore. i'm sick of girls having to remind others of their individuality. where's the class ladies? i don't need dictionary.com to express what i feel inside. i don't need reassurance in what i believe. respect is earned, not just given.
funny seeing people talking out of line on the internet. copy and paste is not your friend. shame to see what you're like outside of this site. it must suck knowing that outside of your own hype, all you have is an empty mind with words and ideals you don't even understand.
i can't tell you how many times i've tried to impress others in a simple paragraph. it's not me. i am a freelance makeup artist, but you might already know that. my life consists of canned soup, MAC cosmetics, sparkling water, hello kitty, and Édith Piaf. my name is conniemin, nice to meet you.
"même quand on l'a perdu, l'amour qu'on a connu vous laisse un goût de miel. l'amour, c'est éternel!"
thesauruses are not your friend.
we can all see through your big words and improper use of semicolons.
who i'd like to meet?
only my travie.
