Black. Like a heart. Like a soul. But yet, applied to body. When one’s body is colored with this the “dark” substance, we give the impression that out insides are just as black…
What I use on a daily basis to bring more attention to my eyes, which are my favorite part of the body. Some people use to much of it, but I try to keep it looking natural. I don’t see the point in being made up to look like a different person.
The eyeliner ran as I let my tears flow. How could he cheat right in front of me with my best friend? I couldn’t believe that I went through all that trouble. I still secretly miss him though.
use it for makeup.. makes your eyes look beautiful. chris angel and emo punk goth kids. sexy women with cat eyes. my eyes look best when i wear this… i never wear it, only on special occasions. i only have one stick of eyeliner.. and i’ve had it for months. i dont spend money on makeup.. i dont like to wear it. it makes me brek out all over the place.
eyeleiner helps girls feel pretty. its essential to asians. but why? its not that neccessarry. really. youre pretty without it. trust me :) you seriously are. guys think so too. especially when its hella thick. too thick. damn. ahah thats a no go. seriously. thin is better.
I find men who wear eyeliner (in the context of being heterosexual and not attempting a fully schematic make-up regiment) to be really off-putting. I use it to make my smoky bedroom eyes seducing. You wear it and look like Adam Lambert. What do you want from me?
Eyeliner is used by girls to make their eyes more noticeable; however, sometimes it can make them appear to be smaller. It is also used by men if they are rockstars or gay. It’s a pencil used to outline the eyes, and it really hurts to put on if you do not sharpen it correctly.
The girl applied the eyeliner as tears slid down her cheeks. She forced herself to continue putting on her make-up even though she couldn’t stop crying. She gave a smile and died inside. nobody knows shes a beautiful suicide
i touched the eyliner to my lid, biting down on my lip. concentration was key. if i messed this up, i would look like a raccooon. and not in the good kind of way…
crap. holy… ok, that hurt. but if i was going to do this right, i might as well try. if i was going to show my mum and everyone else at school that i could do it, then i might as well try.
Every single morning I apply eyeliner to my upper eyelids. Sometimes it gets messy, comes underneath my eyes when I don’t want it there, and makes my eyes look droopy, messy, and my entire image unkempt. It’s amazing how one little thing of makeup, one so necessary to me, could have such positive and negative effects on my image. When it doesn’t work right with it, I look messy, but without it, I would feel too naked to continue my day.
The eyeliner dripped on my sad face. This was supposed to make me more pulchritudinous. This was the blessed thing that had to make me stand out. Apparently, it merely drips, runs over my face… lachrymose I am. Where the hell did I buy this crap? I don’t even know what are the constituent chemicals of this vain undertaking. Oh the things done for vanity.
Destiny applied the black lines liberally. She traced her eye like her hands did last night to the strangers body. She didn’t remember much. There was a belt, a flash and then the bedsheets. The knock on the door. An apartment buzz.
She fumbled for the eyeliner on her dresser, cursing as it rolled over the edge and in between the cracked floorboard. She glanced at herself in the mirror. One eye done; one undone. Wrinkles beginning to show, smudged lipstick, messy hair. She didn’t want to go anyway.
My mom didn’t let me wear makeup when I was growing up. The few occasions I got to wear it was due to my friends insisting that I wear some eyeliner, mascara, the like and providing the tools for me. I never really used to think about my appearance as something that needed to be “made up” or redone. But when I got older I discovered a whole new world.
She put down the eyeliner finally satisfied with her appearance. She sighed out loud, this was going to be a frustrating night. She thought back to last time, the same faked smile, faked interest in what he had to say. She laughed out loud to herself in humorless fashion. Her life had turned into a nightmare.
The fingers on her right hand stumble, holding the long black stick. She fumbles as she nears the mirror, holder her right eye slightly open with her left fingertips. The bottom of her bright, blue eyes turns black, eyeliner covering her flawed face. She switches to the next eye as a tear threatens to fall out of her eye and drop to her bathroom floor. After drenching her eyes in makeup, she slowly applies the repetitive coverup on her face. Gliding across the marks of imperfection and hate, the sponge-like material retreats back into its mirrored case. Her mask is applied, and she goes another day with the hope that her unruly past will be forgotten.
gross girls like a few at my old job wear wayyyyy too much. i’ve always thought its a staple in my everyday makeup routine, i put a little bit under my eyes, on special occasions i put it on the top lids, but theres a few skanks at tobys that put it on like strippers…then again, they are pill popping whores that don’t know when to say enoughs a enough, so why would that apply to their eyeliner……
Eyeliner-A product used all over the world among tweens,moms,teens and even that old lady with the 52 cats that live down the street.Yesh. Oh and HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :3 ♥ :D
something that women put on to make themselves look beautiful or sometimes it can even be trashy and overdone. Take for example when women try to do the look of the classic 20’s and when it gets done it almost looks like a drag queen. Although I do like the look of it on burlesque singers/dancers.
I want to smear
this eyeliner
across my cheek bones like
war paint
and I want to bang
my fists against the walls
until they bleed
so someone can finally tell me
how much pain
beauty is worth
She had thick black eyeliner that caused her gaze to smolder seductively…yet, by the end of the day, it pooled into the corners of her eyes in a mucky lump. It didn’t matter, though. It only seemed to add to her filthy appeal. She flicked her lank blond hair apathetically over her bare shoulder, picked crumbs out of her cleavage, and stared out the greasy window of the bus.
The man in the next seat longed to take her to green spaces.
my eyeliner has been smudged since yesterday, when I caught sight of my racoon eyes in the mirror as I ran out to tan with two friends. I didn’t really care, because you’re not here to see it and laugh with me. You’re in Mexico. (please come back?)
black eyes, blonde hair, too much makeup. Here come the girls who think they look better with the their eyes outlined like starving starving children with their sockets sticking out from their face. Charcoal black, peroxide blonder. Two different contrasts connecting one look: American. I’m here to look beautiful.
makeup. your fake. now wake up. what are you trying to hide? Your horrible on the inside, and all you have on the outside is an ugly face caked in 200 dollar makeup that your parents obviously bought you so that youd stop your annoying crying.
Women use it. A lot. it’s make-up. And make up is unnecessary because all women are beautiful in their own little way. Eyeliner is just another one of those things preventing gorgeous women from seeing their true beauty and appreciating themselves
Eyeliner is spiffy! I haven’t gone a day without eyeliner since I started wearing makeup. I like defining my eyes, as the eyes are the windows to the soul. However, I hate seeing girls who don’t know how to apply their makeup correctly. That’s just annoying.
she took her eyeliner and dropped it in the bin. she had enough of it and she believed that the natural look was the most important look in life. applying all these enhancements just made you look artificial and attracted people due to your looks. the eyeliner actually distracted people looking into the depths of your soul like looking at a beautiful curtain covering the window
Women are mad with their clown masks. Vanity on the surface, not like mine. All obvious and circus-like. I’d just go at it then and draw tiger-lines across the cheeks and roar and scratch the air insanely.
eyes are so big and brown and they are used to see things with which is really quite useful you know because if we couldnt see shit we would bang into stuff all the time. Eyes are lush i think. I like eyes. Some people have deep eyes, some people are brand new and their eyes look new…no depth. Its weird
girls try so hard to be pretty. they think that they’re not good enough the way they are. why can’t we just be happy with the way that we look? we were created that way for a reason. whether your eyes are blue or brown, they are beautiful in their own way. now, i’ll admit that i wear eyeliner, but it’s only for myself. the day i wear eyeliner to make someone else happy is the day that i stop knowing myself.
The eyeliner was very dark. It made her look dead. Dead in a bad way. True deadness. And it was pitch black, not pretty blue or green. She looked like a zombie. A really gross zombie.
I don’t really use eyeliner
I don’t wear makeup
I don’t like people who use to much of it
It makes me fell like they are trying to hard
I don’t mind much makeup but yeah…
I think it can be pointless.
Black. Like a heart. Like a soul. But yet, applied to body. When one’s body is colored with this the “dark” substance, we give the impression that out insides are just as black…
What I use on a daily basis to bring more attention to my eyes, which are my favorite part of the body. Some people use to much of it, but I try to keep it looking natural. I don’t see the point in being made up to look like a different person.
It took one swipe for the black line to move completely off track. Another swipe later–this time with a finger–it blurred.
“This is why I don’t wear makeup,” she said.
The eyeliner ran as I let my tears flow. How could he cheat right in front of me with my best friend? I couldn’t believe that I went through all that trouble. I still secretly miss him though.
use it for makeup.. makes your eyes look beautiful. chris angel and emo punk goth kids. sexy women with cat eyes. my eyes look best when i wear this… i never wear it, only on special occasions. i only have one stick of eyeliner.. and i’ve had it for months. i dont spend money on makeup.. i dont like to wear it. it makes me brek out all over the place.
eyeleiner helps girls feel pretty. its essential to asians. but why? its not that neccessarry. really. youre pretty without it. trust me :) you seriously are. guys think so too. especially when its hella thick. too thick. damn. ahah thats a no go. seriously. thin is better.
I find men who wear eyeliner (in the context of being heterosexual and not attempting a fully schematic make-up regiment) to be really off-putting. I use it to make my smoky bedroom eyes seducing. You wear it and look like Adam Lambert. What do you want from me?
Eyeliner is used by girls to make their eyes more noticeable; however, sometimes it can make them appear to be smaller. It is also used by men if they are rockstars or gay. It’s a pencil used to outline the eyes, and it really hurts to put on if you do not sharpen it correctly.
The girl applied the eyeliner as tears slid down her cheeks. She forced herself to continue putting on her make-up even though she couldn’t stop crying. She gave a smile and died inside. nobody knows shes a beautiful suicide
i touched the eyliner to my lid, biting down on my lip. concentration was key. if i messed this up, i would look like a raccooon. and not in the good kind of way…
crap. holy… ok, that hurt. but if i was going to do this right, i might as well try. if i was going to show my mum and everyone else at school that i could do it, then i might as well try.
Every single morning I apply eyeliner to my upper eyelids. Sometimes it gets messy, comes underneath my eyes when I don’t want it there, and makes my eyes look droopy, messy, and my entire image unkempt. It’s amazing how one little thing of makeup, one so necessary to me, could have such positive and negative effects on my image. When it doesn’t work right with it, I look messy, but without it, I would feel too naked to continue my day.
The eyeliner dripped on my sad face. This was supposed to make me more pulchritudinous. This was the blessed thing that had to make me stand out. Apparently, it merely drips, runs over my face… lachrymose I am. Where the hell did I buy this crap? I don’t even know what are the constituent chemicals of this vain undertaking. Oh the things done for vanity.
Destiny applied the black lines liberally. She traced her eye like her hands did last night to the strangers body. She didn’t remember much. There was a belt, a flash and then the bedsheets. The knock on the door. An apartment buzz.
She fumbled for the eyeliner on her dresser, cursing as it rolled over the edge and in between the cracked floorboard. She glanced at herself in the mirror. One eye done; one undone. Wrinkles beginning to show, smudged lipstick, messy hair. She didn’t want to go anyway.
She caked it on as she got ready for prom. I wonder if she knows that she looks like a raccoon.
My mom didn’t let me wear makeup when I was growing up. The few occasions I got to wear it was due to my friends insisting that I wear some eyeliner, mascara, the like and providing the tools for me. I never really used to think about my appearance as something that needed to be “made up” or redone. But when I got older I discovered a whole new world.
She put down the eyeliner finally satisfied with her appearance. She sighed out loud, this was going to be a frustrating night. She thought back to last time, the same faked smile, faked interest in what he had to say. She laughed out loud to herself in humorless fashion. Her life had turned into a nightmare.
The fingers on her right hand stumble, holding the long black stick. She fumbles as she nears the mirror, holder her right eye slightly open with her left fingertips. The bottom of her bright, blue eyes turns black, eyeliner covering her flawed face. She switches to the next eye as a tear threatens to fall out of her eye and drop to her bathroom floor. After drenching her eyes in makeup, she slowly applies the repetitive coverup on her face. Gliding across the marks of imperfection and hate, the sponge-like material retreats back into its mirrored case. Her mask is applied, and she goes another day with the hope that her unruly past will be forgotten.
eyes
makeup
fame
wealth
corruption
hubris
destruction
nothingness
face
eyes
gross girls like a few at my old job wear wayyyyy too much. i’ve always thought its a staple in my everyday makeup routine, i put a little bit under my eyes, on special occasions i put it on the top lids, but theres a few skanks at tobys that put it on like strippers…then again, they are pill popping whores that don’t know when to say enoughs a enough, so why would that apply to their eyeliner……
Eyeliner-A product used all over the world among tweens,moms,teens and even that old lady with the 52 cats that live down the street.Yesh. Oh and HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :3 ♥ :D
something that women put on to make themselves look beautiful or sometimes it can even be trashy and overdone. Take for example when women try to do the look of the classic 20’s and when it gets done it almost looks like a drag queen. Although I do like the look of it on burlesque singers/dancers.
I want to smear
this eyeliner
across my cheek bones like
war paint
and I want to bang
my fists against the walls
until they bleed
so someone can finally tell me
how much pain
beauty is worth
She had thick black eyeliner that caused her gaze to smolder seductively…yet, by the end of the day, it pooled into the corners of her eyes in a mucky lump. It didn’t matter, though. It only seemed to add to her filthy appeal. She flicked her lank blond hair apathetically over her bare shoulder, picked crumbs out of her cleavage, and stared out the greasy window of the bus.
The man in the next seat longed to take her to green spaces.
my eyeliner has been smudged since yesterday, when I caught sight of my racoon eyes in the mirror as I ran out to tan with two friends. I didn’t really care, because you’re not here to see it and laugh with me. You’re in Mexico. (please come back?)
What draws the line between what we see and what is real, is no longer to be seen. I fear the unknown that I do not see. Can you see me?
I’m a fucking walking paradox
black eyes, blonde hair, too much makeup. Here come the girls who think they look better with the their eyes outlined like starving starving children with their sockets sticking out from their face. Charcoal black, peroxide blonder. Two different contrasts connecting one look: American. I’m here to look beautiful.
Line it. Circle it. Narrow that focus and own it.
makeup. your fake. now wake up. what are you trying to hide? Your horrible on the inside, and all you have on the outside is an ugly face caked in 200 dollar makeup that your parents obviously bought you so that youd stop your annoying crying.
Women use it. A lot. it’s make-up. And make up is unnecessary because all women are beautiful in their own little way. Eyeliner is just another one of those things preventing gorgeous women from seeing their true beauty and appreciating themselves
Eyeliner is spiffy! I haven’t gone a day without eyeliner since I started wearing makeup. I like defining my eyes, as the eyes are the windows to the soul. However, I hate seeing girls who don’t know how to apply their makeup correctly. That’s just annoying.
she took her eyeliner and dropped it in the bin. she had enough of it and she believed that the natural look was the most important look in life. applying all these enhancements just made you look artificial and attracted people due to your looks. the eyeliner actually distracted people looking into the depths of your soul like looking at a beautiful curtain covering the window
Women are mad with their clown masks. Vanity on the surface, not like mine. All obvious and circus-like. I’d just go at it then and draw tiger-lines across the cheeks and roar and scratch the air insanely.
eyes are so big and brown and they are used to see things with which is really quite useful you know because if we couldnt see shit we would bang into stuff all the time. Eyes are lush i think. I like eyes. Some people have deep eyes, some people are brand new and their eyes look new…no depth. Its weird
girls try so hard to be pretty. they think that they’re not good enough the way they are. why can’t we just be happy with the way that we look? we were created that way for a reason. whether your eyes are blue or brown, they are beautiful in their own way. now, i’ll admit that i wear eyeliner, but it’s only for myself. the day i wear eyeliner to make someone else happy is the day that i stop knowing myself.
she never thought that it would be pretty but on the night of prom
it was beautiful
i was beautiful
he love me
he said he was in love with me
The eyeliner was very dark. It made her look dead. Dead in a bad way. True deadness. And it was pitch black, not pretty blue or green. She looked like a zombie. A really gross zombie.
I don’t really use eyeliner
I don’t wear makeup
I don’t like people who use to much of it
It makes me fell like they are trying to hard
I don’t mind much makeup but yeah…
I think it can be pointless.
eyeliner melts off her eyes like a square of dark chocolate in a beam of sunlight on Easter morning, a dark tear, sweet basket case.
His eyelinered face let him becom a very gay icon, quite kitsch that is true, but terrificly beautiful too……….