Makeup Boxes and Font Fiascos

My first Beauty Fix box and I am already addicted. For $49.99 you can get 8 full sized products sent to your house quarterly. For those of you like me, who are too lazy to research new beauty products, try this site. Since it is quarterly, it gives you ample time to try out all of the products and choose which ones you cannot live without. The hardest part for me was choosing which ones I wanted to receive for this quarter. www.beautyfix.com

Yes, I own all of this lip gloss and this was only in my purse.

I'm also working on my signature to add to the end of every post. Who knew it could be so difficult to find a font that you love that isn't used by everyone else. I am open to suggestions. :) -Rebecca

Black and White

I cannot question your love for me This love is black and white Of such things I own in vibrancy I cannot own this sight; No thought has bound me here to stay, so still all alone No thought has scarred a love so deep As the love I call my own; The fool that I am Thought you could understand The pain I feel with you The fool that I am Cannot understand The love I question in truth. 2011

I Vow

I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they are not and to live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home. -Rachel McAdams

Fire

Breath taking, to say the least.

Vintage Wreath

I am trying this.

Vintagely yours,

Rebecca

Similar Sentence

I have you but she has you
In the palm of her hand
And you feel her games like you feel her love
And her lies like her deception;
She is a string you will not cut,
The vein that runs through you
And it seems my love cannot add up to the past she has with you.
I can not persuade a silent ear
To hear my deafened cry
I am fighting a battle that was won before I even arrived.
Falling through the emotions of love and indifference
Hours spent seeking out your youth,
Sentimental me, I require more than maybe,
Sentimental me, I require more than truth.
Never thought you could be the source of my pain.

To be continued

Empty

They tell me it feels better to write it but I can't write, I have nothing to say.
I feel things
I see things
but I have nothing to say.
My mind is a blank canvas and my paper a forte.
My heart beats mindlessly as if begging me to speak.
I begin then I end.
I start to remember then I forget.
Is this really the cure for the common heartache?
I could write a million adjectives but none would describe the pain I feel.

*crazy eyes*