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How to Choose a Face Primer

Face primers are fantastic, and even though I don’t wear one every time I do my makeup , if I need my makeup to look last and look flawless all day I’ll use one. Don’t be fooled into thinking they are just another product to buy so brands can get more money, they are much more than that.

In short, primers are amazing products that you apply after you’ve cleansed and moisturised your skin, but before you apply any coverage products like foundation or concealer. Majority of primers are designed to help make your makeup last a lot longer and smooth over the surface of the skin so your makeup applies evenly.

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It had been a normal day for Sirius Black.  He’d walked into The Leaky Cauldron, expecting to just have a quick drink before the next Order meeting.  He’d been really stressed lately, and definitely needed the break.

However, what he saw, was not relaxing.  He saw you, in all of your beauty, after three years.  He hadn’t seen you since graduation.  He could still see the little mole above your left eye, he noticed how your blue eyes clashed with your bright orange hair.  Your hair was thick and quite frizzy, though he’d always found it amazing.  You and him had dating back at Hogwarts, and yet it hadn’t worked out.  He’d been too worried about you getting hurt if he continued to date you.

Sirius wanted nothing more than to walk over to you, to wrap his arms around your waist.  Instead, he turned his head, turned around, and walked out of the pub, trying to forget the freckles dashed across your face.

commutingtoreality  asked:

1/2_ I just want to thank you for the heartwarming, beautiful posts you share through this account. In these last years, months, days the ugliness of the social/political/economical inequity that so many people are facing has been often downright overwhelming. But I've found for myself a little corner of serenity whenever I see your icon in my dash and, for that, I'm grateful. It's so very easy to think "this is the world, this is how it works, it's not going to change" and stop caring, just _

2/2_ start being apathetic about everything. But your posts keep reminding that there is still space for hope, compassion (even for ownself) and, more important still, for action and involvement. Also, they tell me that often it does not requires fireworks and loudness, but simply everyday awareness of the others around us. What you show is people at their most beautiful and their example: thank you, it’s a precious gift I needed. Best regards, an old Italian follower .

“They tell me that often it does not requires fireworks and loudness, but simply everyday awareness of the others around us” - wonderful wise words.

Ah - thank you so much for this super sweet message! I update rather sporadically, but the fact that there are people out there appreciating this blog makes me happy! 

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Hey, I need to ask your advice.. I keep restarting my town (really bad habit) but I think it's cause I'm never happy with it, something about the name and style?? I can be really picky.. I want to get far in the game but if I keep restarting it I can't.. have any advice on how I can keep my town going or be proud of my town? Thanks!! Your blog is so beautiful

i actually think this is a very common issue that people face. and i totally understand where you’re coming from!!

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Syringa Vulgaris

Originally posted by jungkooksarms

(This blog needs more Jin love, so enjoy lovely fluffy Jinnie!)

You were putting the final touches on a bouquet of hyacinths when you decided to finally put the boy out of his misery. He had been wandering around your shop for the last ten minutes, pretending to look at all the plants on display but you could tell that he needed help by the third walkthrough.

“Do you need help?” you asked, plastering a polite smile on your face, and he turned to look at you with wide eyes. He was very cute, with dark brunette hair and shoulders a mile wide, and a sweet face that now looked a little embarrassed at being caught.

He coughed and started towards your counter. “Uh, yes, I’m afraid,” he scratched the back of his head before finally making eye contact, and you about had the wind knocked out of you. He was just so…beautiful.

“I’m looking for flowers for my mother, it’s her birthday.” Ah, a typical occurrence when you work in flora.

“Is there any sentiment you want to make?” The boy looked at you in confuddlement. “Flowers have meanings…” you tried, but he was clueless. “A lot of flowers have meanings, like lilacs symbolize new love, violets mean devotion, and lilies usually connotate purity or majesty.”

“Oh, well, I don’t know about all that,” he mumbled, fiddling with his fingertips on the countertop.

“Do you at least know what her favorite color is? That’s a good start.” You offered an encouraging smile.

“That I do know, it’s purple.” He let out a breathy laugh, returning your gaze.

“Good, mine too,” you joked, pulling long-stemmed flowers from your buckets and laying them out in front of the boy. “I can do an arrangement of purple carnations, which is the most popular choice for mothers, because they represent a lot of motherly sentiments like love and gratitude.” You worked quickly adding a few accent flowers and greenery here and there to spruce it up. The boy watched closely, fascinated as you trimmed stems and lined the blooms up, gathering them with a rubber band and wrapping it carefully with colorful paper.

“What do you think?” You first smelled the bouquet, admiring the lovely fragrance, then held it out for the boy to take and examine. You noticed how perfectly the hues of the budding flowers complemented his perfect skin, how his hands gently held the bunch, how his eyes fluttered shut as he took in the scent as well. He was the most perfect flower you had ever laid eyes on.

“It’s perfect,” he said confidently, setting them gently back on the counter and pulling out his wallet. As you put in his information, he asked, “So how did you get into this business anyway? You know quite a lot.” He offered you the most breathtaking smile, and you went blind for a second before shaking yourself.

“My parents own this shop, so it’s just something I’ve been doing all my life, but I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you grinned as you ran his credit card.

“Well, thank you for all your help…” He waited for your name, and you gladly obliged, secretly happy when he gave you his in return: Seokjin. You couldn’t wait for him to leave so you could run it over your lips over and over just to see what it felt like. You had a suspicion it would be just as beautiful as him. “I hope I’m not too forward by asking for your phone number and for coffee on Wednesday?”

Seokjin left the little shop with a purple bouquet in one hand, a slip of paper in the other, and a smile on his face. You watched him walk down the street with digits written on the notepad and your heart in his pocket.

Two weeks later, you walked into the shop for your afternoon shift, and your coworker greeted you with a sly grin.

“What are you hiding?” You question knowingly, setting your stuff behind the counter. She then brings out a lovely bouquet and hands it to you.

“This order came in this morning from a Seokjin. Make sure you check the card.” With that, she turned and went to clock out, leaving you holding the lovely bouquet of purple flowers.

Lilacs for my lilac.