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Mother my friends are no longer my friends
And the games we once played have no meaning
I’ve gone serious and shy and they can’t figure why
So they’ve left me to my own daydreaming.”
- Suzanne Veg
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
You will need:
- a small glass of rubbing alcohol or vodka
- 10 strips of newspaper (bigger than your nails)
- LIGHT nail polish. white, light pink, etc.
- clear coat
Dip your nails in the alcohol for a while so the whole nail is wet. Press a strip of the newspaper on your nail and hold firmly for 30 seconds. do NOT move the strip, keep it firm.
YOU’RE DONE! Now go over ‘em with a clear coat, so it’ll last.
blogging for future reference
DOING THIS
omg i want to do this
that is so cool!!
trying tomorrow
holy shit.
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