i spend 3 days in hell (retail day job) n 2 days in a magazine office building (living da life teenage me reblogging pictures on tumblr dreamt of, kinda). those 2 days, im girlbossingโฆ. but like in a Fashion way.
every morning i wake up early af to do a full face of makeup โ usually of pat mcgrath1 bc duh editorial cool girl here โ n put together an emo business outfit. its one of my fav parts of my internship tbh, although its not required to slay n i can dress casual if i want.
buttttttttt, i get off on feeling like im an Important Stylish Editor/Writer walking down da streets of soho. its quite literally fake it till u make it. n those days nobody can tell i work a shitty job selling foundations 3 shades too dark to white girls w spray tans. instead i become a woman abt town, writing the chicest prose anyone has ever read.
my mom is addicted to buying makeup n sends me things to feel better abt her habit or da things she doesnโt use so she has an excuse to buy more