Pink Tweed Ballet Flats

So I was going to write every one in my life a letter but I don't have time I have to leave for work in a half hour so I will post something completely different.

Red lips require constant upkeep. Women eat lipstick off, kiss it off, dab it off with our napkin, talk it off. We reapply. We consume it literally licking it from our lips. It has a chemical waxy taste. We do it anyway. As we age lipstick bleeds in to the wrinkles around our mouths, literalizing the blurred physicality that characterizes later life, when steps become hesitant and the body begins to show signs of its tenure the world. Ancient ladies with piles of half used tubes collect lipsticks like past loves, flavors they have tasted. Each color may have made only a temporary mark but still it is not to be thrown out.

I love red lipstick I love red lips but really I think its an epidemic.

I have as I am sure many people will be happy to hear, decided to stop being so depressed. All I have left to say to Supes is that I wish you were wrong I wish we could have stayed friends, I not only lost my lover but my best friend. Je t'aime beaucoup mon amour. That will never change but I need to move on with my life and live life for me, I have been saying this whole time but I am now ready to actually do it. I think after some time apart so that we could both grow up, that we still would have been great together, and I know we would have made beautiful babies, but it doesn't seem like that's what you want. I broke your heart and I'm sorry but I broke mine too. I hope after a while we can be friends but I know as you know that that probably isn't possible right now.

un angel cayo
un angel murio
un angel se fue
y no volvera
-Mana

Translation:
an angel fell
an angel died
an angel left
and will not return