Target Mini Makeup Haul

Looking Joli Good

Went to Target to pick up one thing and $150 later…I discovered that both Wet n Wild Beauty and NYC Cosmetics were on sale. Of course, I picked up a few things to try out.
I have used this NYC BB cream before, and I think I remember liking it. For only $4 and 10% off, I figured it’s worth trying out again either way.
I love my Wet and Wild Petal Pusher palette, so I am going to give the Comfortzone palette a try. Plus I have heard so many people on YouTube recommend it.

I am a cream lipsticks kind if gal, I am not into matte lips at all. For less than $2, I am hoping that this NYC lipstick in Sugar Plum will be a winner.
Have any of you ever tired these NYC eye-shadows sticks? I have one from Milani and I really like…

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That smile

Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything

She smiles like the queen of the universe
Somewhat, not too much
Hearts plundered billion years of youth
Just to see her parted lips

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Solidarity with France

Looking at Something I Call Nothing

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It doesn’t matter what I do. It seems that no matter what it, I’m just not good enough. I joined the Masons to make a difference, no matter how small. I was thinking it wouldn’t be this hard, though.

And then poof. I’m walking in the woods to get home and I accidently hear familiar voices in the middle of the woods. I headed towards them to see if anyone was in trouble and needed help. But that just wasn’t the case. Before I even saw them, I heard what was really going on.

Of course my desire to do the right thing had jumped in and fuelled me like I was on a full tank of gas. I silently approached the area where the voices were coming from and they came into my sight line. I listened in for a minute, I obviously had no idea what was headed for me next, because…

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Day 1048: Time Stops

The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally

Every day, I stop and take time to blog. Yesterday morning, after I’d taken the time and the room to write my post, I dropped one of my favorite watches. It fell face down and — with the sound of glass meeting wooden floor — time stopped for me momentarily, as I  catastrophized and imagined the worst:

I’ve broken that watch. I know it’s ruined.

When I picked up my beloved  time-keeper, my negative thoughts stopped because I saw a face neither broken nor scratched.  I then stopped to take the time to put on my watch, carefully.

Later in the day, I glanced at my watch to discover it had stopped.

I realized it was stopped at the exact time I had dropped my watch at home.

For the rest of the day, time was stopped at five minutes to 10, according to my watch. Nevertheless, I did…

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You

The Renegade Press

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. That’s what they told you from the very start. If an author pines for you, you’ll be immortalized in their words. Your eloquence will be captured in their prose as they strum at the chords of your heart and kiss the innermost chambers of your naked soul. So let me take off your clothes and take you in my arms.

Let me enfold you. Let me take your heart in my hands and feel it beat my name. Let me be the air that fills your aching lungs and swells within your chest. I’ll breathe life into your soul and be the man who basks in a beauty far greater than his own. Throw your bones against mine and feel the solidarity of my embrace. Let my kiss your skin, stroke your hair and settle your racing mind.

You…

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