of late i’ve been missing my vital, 8 essential hours of beauty public decency sleep.
last night was a skant 4 hours of what felt like a mere genuflect into the cold sheets.
my face has a mpaa rating of F.
rather than spackling and cloaking the deep ravines and dark shadows that once bespoke joy, lightness & twirl, i’m masking the whole damn thing.
fashion statement or fashion crime?
thursday happy m’loves.
