Nothing Special

21. INFJ if that means anything to you. In college, and not doing too well--neither in school nor life. My blog primarily consists of whiny texts posts, Pokemon, porn, and whatever things amuse me, thank you internet.

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I have watched this at least 15 times since I reblogged this several hours ago

It’s funny, how when women are ugly they are mocked for it, but when women perfect the art of makeup, skin, nails and beauty they are mocked for that too. It’s almost like if you’re a woman you’re mocked no matter what you do. Me? I sell makeup. I sell confidence. I sell gorgeous door to door.

They say Michelangelo painted the Sistine Chapel with paintbrushes no bigger than his finger, but could he paint a masterpiece on his face, at seven in the morning, with his daughter pulling on his skirt, and his husband hollering about how breakfast is late, and only 20 minutes to get everyone off to school? It’s funny, how when men create beauty it’s a masterpiece and when a woman creates beauty it’s just what she’s supposed to be

Me? I sell new beginnings. I sell a blank canvas, and your own brushes, and your own paint. I sell the chance to be your own greatest creation.

Letter from Mary Kay, by Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

"The thing with Maritza, I honestly feel like she’s just very much a part of me and I can get into her really quickly especially when you put that uniform on and you’re on set with all these girls who are in prison. I think your imagination gets you there really quickly. I actually get sad! There’s this feeling of being trapped that comes over you. With this job you have to put yourself in someone else’s shoes. That’s how I prepare, I just put myself in someone else’s shoes."

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy

because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless

and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

– Robin Williams (via skateeofmind)