dearest lover, i wish nothing more to attend a masquerade ball but alas i fear this plague that keeps us apart has done away with such gatherings. perhaps one day but until then, i must refrain as to not catch death until the disease has gone for good. My mask shall go unworn.
No offense but women should be allowed to talk about the horrible effects makeup had on their self esteem and how the beauty industry in general affects women in general without having to put ten thousand disclaimers coddling the feelings of women who like winged eyeliner
i remember one time i went to a con and i saw like fifty dave cosplayers and this was before i read homestuck so i was like “who is the douche in the shades?” and seven daves turned and looked at me at the same time this was my first experience with homestuck i was scared shitless
