my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.
My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.
Friends! Thrift-o-Rama is turning 2!
On July 25, 2012, I posted my first outfit of the day. It’s crazy to think two years have gone by. I’m so honored by the love, support and friendship I’ve found in you people. Thank you for reading Thrift-o-Rama. Thank you for celebrating bodies and thrift stores and lipstick with me. I don’t have words for how much you’ve all touched me, I really don’t.
The best way I know how to thank you is to give away a thrifty gift. The winner gets:
1. You’re in Luck Dress in Lady Bug, size 2X. This dress is no longer available at ModCloth, period. It’s beautifully made and would probably best fit a size 18-20. Maybe a 22 if you’re small in the bust. I wish I was keeping it, but it’s too big for me. Tried on but never worn. I’ve included some pictures of me in the same dress in a different print for fit reference. Message me for exact measurements and details on the dress itself.
2. A portrait! See above for an example of my art, though I won’t rush through yours as I did mine.
3. “Mystery Thrift Store Jewelry.” This will be a surprise. Various strange necklaces and earrings thrifted in my travels will be sent to you. I hope you like them. The winner can tell me if they have pierced ears or allergies and I’ll do my best to oblige.
1. This is a gift to my followers. You must be following me.
2. US residents only, please. Sorry. International shipping is very very expensive. The winner needs to give me an address.
3. Likes and reblogs count, but you can only reblog once a day.
4. If the winner doesn’t respond within two days, I’ll pick someone else.
This giveaway ends Sunday, July 27th, 5PM central time, at which point a winner will be chosen at random.
I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
I think about this all the time
You think my life is some precious thing to me? That I would trade my honor for a few more years of…of what? You grew up with actors. You learned their craft and you learned it well. But I grew up with soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago. Pity. Such a pity. What of your daughter’s life, my lord? Is that a precious thing to you?