Makeup is scary. When I do it myself, it's just mascara, and sometimes I forget even to do that.
You don't. It doesn't work. One day, you wake up, and you've learned how to store it, and you go to another part of the heart.
Everything in large doses is gonna kill you. Even happiness.
I don't understand women who try to be glamour queens.
Did I really earn this, or did I just wear you all down?
I know nothing about Christianity, nothing about football, and I'm not a Republican.