u/Bluedenimbingo

NEED HELP PLEASE 😭

I think i have found my HG corrector. And now, I’m in the hunt for my perfect concealer. I’ve deep set eyes and dark circles due to the shape of my eyes and my skin tone is medium warm. Currently I’m using Maybelline Fit me/Loreal infallible but want to buy something high-end.

My picks are:

Nars Radiant creamy concealer

Nars soft matte concealer

Huda beauty Faux filter

Too Faced Born this way concealer

Bobbi Brown skin full cover concealer

Mac studio fix every wear all over face pen

I’m confused between these and basically, i want something that is non creasing and long wearing concealer. Also, i avoid wearing foundation usually as a side-note.

Thanks for all your help!!

Hi to you too!

I hope that you'll read this..so, when and if you read this, I want you to know that you've unknowingly quenched a thirst that I didn't know existed. But now there's an itch that’s seemingly not going away. Maybe, that's just the polarity of life and how it just is.

To the stranger who reads each and every one of my letters and shares it, I hope that one day we can write to each other sometimes. Do you send it to yourself or a friend of yours whom you’re perhaps too shy to say the unheard things? Or do you perhaps wish that i start to have a hint of hope in life?

I wonder who you are, do you think that I’m your person? Perhaps not. But maybe we'll talk about something mundane like how the view from your window every morning makes your day. Or maybe how the new coffee that you've been trying hits the spot. Or maybe the cafe that you'd been to last Saturday. And I'll tell you how my dad's old sweater is still my favorite one after 10+ years. Or how I’ve started to like mint ice cream. Or maybe, I'll tell you about my latest book that i bought but never get to read.

I hope you'll perhaps send me a coin or a leaf along with the letter and I'll send you a ribbon and a twig from my favorite tree. You'll wait for my letters and I'll wait for yours. We will write each other once a month and keep rowing in our polar lives, or not.

The one who writes,

*****

So when you drink the next time, i hope that you wash down one too many glasses and perhaps, your eyes start to wander for another fair maiden. And maybe, you talk a little, nothing remarkable and throw an unfunny joke. But you’re drunk and everything is so goddamn charming under the haze of it all. Lighter. Funnier. Easier.

And maybe, the night stretches longer than it should. And maybe then, she keeps leaning and you don’t pull away either, without realising of course. And maybe, you try your best but your arms keep brushing against her shoulder. It doesn’t mean anything but perhaps, it could mean everything. But maybe, just for a moment, it does.

And maybe, it is just the two of you in the elevator alone. Of course it’s an incident and not an accident, yet. And maybe, you both kiss in the aspirations of finding out. Of course, it doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it’s an escape, maybe it is more. And when you’re drunk, who can we truly blame, isnt it?

But the next morning, the light is harsher and the coffee tastes bitter than usual. You come back home to me but you’re distracted. Confused. Disdained.

You don’t say anything but i can feel it slipping. But you don’t want to break my heart, so you tell me that we aren’t aligning in life anymore and this is indeed not me, but you.

And maybe, that’s how would you let me go like the way i should have long time ago. So perhaps then, i don’t have to be the one who is the first one to leave.