I fret over makeup too much. Maybe cause I spent 20+ years never noticing how much it runs the trap. Half the world has no idea they’re more attracted to painted lines than the babe behind ’em. Then again, a person isn’t clothes, but i keep a celiney bitch on radar 24-sev. Maybe getting sprung on eyeliner is just as valid as any other attraction to style. Maybe training bro-eyes to spot a batwing is the only solution. Who fuckin’ knows? In the end, whoever you eventually end up with has to see you naked, and they’ve gotta be ok with your Tilda Swinton-lookin’ ass.
King Krule’s “Easy Easy”
