Sleeping is like your dead without the commitment.
Taking a nap is like suicide without the disappointment
Going to bed at night is like a comma without all the pressure
Its easier. Death. Without being dead.
"Don’t make my eyebrows too thin. And I want a darker shade of lipstick."
Laura stood behind me with her hands cupping my face. She lifted my hair up and gently let it down, expecting it to somehow sit better under her scrutiny. She was disappointed.
"You’re not Audrey Hepburn. Thin eyebrows…