Basics of Make UpBasics of Make Up4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Basics of Make Up!
A lot of people asked to give them advice about how to do make up, so I collected the important things. But I'm not saying that eyeryone should do it in this way, I just want to give some help.
So here you go :
Some advices for choosing your make up-type:
- first, you need to make sure which colours fit your skintone! For example, if you have a bit darker skintone, brown hair and brown eyes, never use blue eyeshadow on the upper eyelids! It's very important, you don't want to look tasteless. Apply the colour and ask your friends, how does it look on you, or ask a professional.
Simple or Dramatic?
- unfortunately dramatic make up with bright colours and bold eyeliner doesn't fit everyone. Make sure you didn't overdo your everyday look.
- so which shade emphasize your eyecolour? Examine the colour wheel: the complementer colours are in front of each other, they're opposites (green-red, blue-orange, yellow-purple) they emphasize each other. You ca
Panic AttackI don't knowPanic Attack1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It just hurts
Kill the monsters inside of me
Don't let them grow
Please, you're my only hope
I cant help but to yell
I'm out of my damn mind
What's that smell?
Smell my skin burning, I'm in hell
Oh what to believe, what to believe
You or this self-destroying symphony
God, save me
I'm just a fucking mistake
I cant go any further
I'm drowning in a salty lake
What is it like to be sane
To be at peace, in control
to feel no pain
I try to break free but the voices pull me back
I struggle and scream
But my self-worth are their snacks
Persigo-meNão se surpreenda com o que eu pensoPersigo-me4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Só se seu segredo é o silêncio
E se o seu ouvido é um perigo
Então o seu abrigo está perdido
Não me encontrara com seus encantos
Em cantos que o seu olhar se mete
Nesses olhos, eles brilham tanto
Quanto césio cento e trinta e sete
Sua face que fascina fácil
Minha sina, minha assinatura
Que da cabo a cura
Vai acabar em epitáfio
Minha casca de cascalho gasto
Os teus textos, a tua textura
Que traz a loucura
Para queimar todo meu maço
Não se espante com meus sentimentos
Segrego meus segredos na sarjeta
São brinquedos feito espoleta
Que detonam dentes e lamentos
Soa uma fala de desprezo
Preza sempre a pressa e a espera
Mas destrói tudo o que mais prezo
Como houve em porto primavera
Sua face que fascina fácil
Minha sina, minha assinatura
Que da cabo a cura
Vai acabar em epitáfio
Minha casca de cascalho gasto
Os teus textos, a tua textura
Que traz a loucura
Para queimar to
Winter PrincessWinter Princess4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bell rang as all the kids dashed out of the school and into the snow. They
ran, played, and laughed in the white icy fantasy land. They were kids, so it didn't
matter to them how cold they were. One little girl stood out though, Maro. The little
7-year-old girl slowly walked out of the school and immediately started towards home. All
she wore were some black mittens with a black and black sweater with black jeans and big
boots which slowed her down a lot.
She shivered and she treaded her way through the cold snow. She had to get
home soon or else her guardians would yell again. Maro was a sad little girl, her parents
died a few years ago, her guardians were cruel and strict, and she moved so much she
never had the time to make friends. She was a very quiet girl, and didn't do much. In
this white wonderland she wore all black. Even her hair was black, which really brought
out the white snow that fell on her little head.
Her cheeks were bright red as the snow stuck to her face and sl
Soneto do Nosso MomentoEscorrem negros fios a balançarSoneto do Nosso Momento4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Contornam e costuram um longo rio
Correndo correntezas pelo fio
Formando seus desenhos entre o ar
Quando usa sua voz de tom luzidio
E cores tão intensas a pintar
Suave invade por todo este lugar
Preenchendo por completo o meu vazio
Suas mãos acariciam meus cabelos
E sua voz brinca com a minha mente
Embaraçando tudo lentamente
Se gosta de segredos e quer vê-los
Procure decifrar este olhar meu
Para que você entenda que ele é seu
Beside You in Time: 18051805: Calais, FranceBeside You in Time: 18055 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The support beam snapped as he hit it, and the barn trembled. Resisting the urge to groan, he slowly got to his feet again and ignored how much it hurt to breathe. He could sense the cackling of his opponent before it came.
"What's the matter, dog? Tired already?"
"Only of you," he muttered, rolling his shoulders and brushing away the larger clumps of wet, rotting hay that had rained down on his greatcoat from the upper loft. He looked up at the rafters.
Jacqueline's face suddenly appeared out of the darkness above him. "There someone else you would rather be with?" she said, grinning.
He knew that she was toying with him - over the past eleven years, he would be given respites in their battles, which she would use to worm information from him. Jacqueline - for he had never learned her real name - was gifted at reading even the most impassive faces. He didn't need to reply to tell her the answers to her questions. He supposed that it was the way she compensated for
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."Un roti de Cupidon1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son supérieur était encore une f
Brothers in Time: Part 15About a week later, Tony figured out that what caused his change from anthro to animal, or from core form to fur form as he called them respectively, was the stone that he used to become anthro in the first place. Chris helped in that endeavor, especially when he cast a spell that separated the stone from Tony completely, making him human again. Tony, however, took the stone again, knowing that he preferred to be a dragon, since that was what he felt like he was supposed to be anyway. Chris also cast a spell on Ron, to make him become a bit older, since that was what he desperately wanted. Chris explained that the spell was irriversible, and that if an accident happened, it could put his life on the line, but Ron didn't care. He made the spell, which was very complex indeed, but in the end Ron looked more like he was seventeen instead of only twelve.Brothers in Time: Part 156 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're still a little brother to me," Tony said as he held onto Ron tight. Tony, Chris, Ron and Jake had become nearly inseperable since
Beside You in Time: 18671867: Matsue, JapanBeside You in Time: 18674 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the middle of the verdant field that sloped down to the lake shore, Kagome felt something prick at her senses. Trepidation filled her, like seeing someone about to take a nasty tumble down the stairs and being unable to warn them to watch their step. And although not the sickening pull of a shape-shifter, the shade of the maple tree became cold instead of comforting, and she felt the need to pull the collar of her kimono higher. Nothing else moved.
"Kagome-sama? Are you alright?"
The miko's eyes snapped to the woman next to her. "Yes. Sorry, Rin," she said, giving a faint smile. She glanced back towards the lake, where Kikyo was still in the midst of her lesson with the children. The other miko didn't appear troubled, and neither did any of her adopted sons or daughters, all with varying degrees of demon blood and senses to match. That should have been enough to calm her nerves, but Sesshoumaru wouldn't be back for awhile yet. He would be the one to tell her that
Beside You in Time: 15991599: Edo, JapanBeside You in Time: 15996 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kagome stepped down off of Sesshoumaru's dust cloud and into the snow, breaking the thin crust of ice laying on top of the snow and sinking down several inches. There was another crunch behind her as thetaiyoukai allowed his cloud to dissipate into the dry air. "How far is it from here?" she asked.
"A couple hours to the east," he replied, sweeping past her and leaving his neat trail of footprints behind him. He could move with shocking grace through the snow,Kagome had long since discovered. It must be his long legs and stride, she mused as she stepped into his path. Each neat print he had left crumbled as she walked through them like a child, hopping from one to another.
"Couldn't you have brought us any closer?"
"No. Our paths will diverge soon. You will continue to the east, but I must go back to the south and west."
Kagome frowned, stumbling slightly and covering her calf with powdery snow. "And how am I supposed to get to the village alone? It doesn't look anythi
Could it be true? Chapter 1Could it be true? Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Leave me alone! I love my pokemon so what makes you think I would hand them over all nilly-willy?" I asked in an outrage.
My name is White, currently I am trying to get this hobo to leave me alone. And in hobo, I mean a boy trying to take people's pokemon away. His name's N.
"Then battle me right now," he said," if I win, you must give me your pokemon, if you win, you can be sure that I won't stop trying."
But that isn't fair! Too bad, at least I can beat the heck out of him. As I drew out my Snivy, he drew out a Purrloin.
"You'll never win with that!" I smirked as I won.
"You have spunk."
"You're different from everyone I've met in my life, your pokemon love you."
"That's normal,well,if you treat them right."
"Just know we'll be seeing around soon."
And with that he left
Things You RememberYou remember the time when, as a child, you were taken away from your mama and guided to a forest by the man you thought was Papa. He left you alone in the darkness. You cried and cried for hours, but he didn't come back. You were cold and scared, and you could hear the sounds of the monsters coming closer and closer. All you had were the clothes on your back and the trinkets he had given you. The necklace at your throat was a strange cube with no center. You clung to it, desperate, and eventually fell into an uncertain slumber.Things You Remember4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you awoke, the monsters had appeared. They were bigger than you, and you were scared, and you started to cry again. But the monsters comforted you. They cuddled close to you to keep you warm, and dried your tears. You felt a little less scared, and although you missed Mama, you felt safe in the hands of these powerful beings.
You stayed with them in the years to come. You learned how to speak to them, and although you still thought about Mama and the man y
Why?Why?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why did Einstein create such equations?
Why is Math full of calculations?
And why does English need so many punctuations?
Why is there a need to study
Math, Physics and Chemistry?
The very thought of it, makes a student's life history!
When the black and white paper finally arrives,
the time-table for examinations,
it causes tension and irritation.
No parties, no excursion.
Only mugging up, slogging and exhaustion.
The definition of an awful week of preparation.
When comes the last day of examination,
it is an occasion for celebration!
But, when the results reach home,
it's time for a brief explanation...
Frankie The Latte Boy. Ferard.8:11Am. Wednesday.Frankie The Latte Boy. Ferard.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gerard peeks his head from an advertisement sign in Starbucks as always. He does this 6 days a week. Everyday the Latte Boy as Gerard calls him, works. The boy glances at Gerard briefly and Gerard hides behind the sign again. Gerard slowly walks over and gives a small smile. The boy smiles and says, How are you? In a tone saying I hate my job. Save me. Like a robot. But Gerards heart grows wings.
A double latte please. As usual. The boy gives him the Double Latte and Gerard stalks out of Starbucks.
So again Gerard hides behind the same sign. He sighs and grabs all of the very little courage he has and decides to meet the boy. In a proper formal way. When Gerard goes over to the counter the boy smiles and says, How are you? And pulled out a double latte. It caught Gerard off guard; he remembered Gerards order.
Fine and my names Gerard. And the boy softly answere
Beside You in Time: 1780 Pt. 21780: New York City, New York - Part 2Beside You in Time: 1780 Pt. 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She didn't say anything when they arrived almost a month later. The sound of boots pounding down the length of the hallway was enough to tell her what had happened - she put aside the arithmetic book, told her two students how proud she was of them, and waited for the soldiers in front of her desk as the children looked on in shock. Mrs. DeLancey had sobbed, mostly wondering how having a spy as a governess would affect her own social standing. Major DeLancey had tried to scream at her, but it had died in his throat, and in the end, he watched in pale silence as they tied a rope around her wrists and took her out of the red brick house that had been her home for three years.
She knew why. It wasn't common knowledge yet, but Benedict Arnold's betrayal of the fort had been foiled. Major John André had been caught crossing rebel lines with detailed plans on how to take the fort and had been hanged as a spy. Arnold had fled and would soon be revil
Beside You in Time: 17171717: Tortuga, HispaniolaBeside You in Time: 17176 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She sighed as her feet met dry land for the first time in three weeks. "Don't believe that I'm not grateful for getting off that ship of yours, but why exactly did we come to this place?"
Sesshoumaru crossed his arms over the tattered, wool coat he wore and surveyed the scene at the docks. His own men were rushing past him with nothing but a tip of their hats, hooting on their way to the whorehouses and taverns that lined the water. Although the sun had not even set, drunks had passed out at every doorstep, oblivious to the occasional dust-up between the pirates around them. He could hear guns being fired and could smell the rum seeping into every surface. Down the waterfront, three men were tipping a fourth into the water. This was anarchy at its most degraded, and even the Union Jack - the small show of official authority Sesshoumaru held - had been taken down on his orders long before they had pulled into port.
"You may stay on the ship, if you wish, but I
Vector the Crocodile: REAL Character ProfileVector the Crocodile: REAL Character Profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
CONCEPT: "MOBIUS" - REAL Character Profiles - Supporting Cast
Age: 20 years of age
Date of Birth: Unknown
Height: 180 centimeters (5 feet and 11 inches)
Weight: 200 kilograms (440 pounds)
Ability Type: Power
(1). Spin Attack
Description: While in locomotion, Vector can curl down and take on a fetal position, rolling along the ground as a ball at a very high speed rate of torque, meant primarily for breaking through barriers, or destroying enemies. Vector seems to look more like a spinning tire than a rolling ball.
In-game debut: Knuckles Chaotix, Sega Mega 32X, 1995
(2). Spin Jump
Description: Also referred to as the "spinball jump," Vector is able to leap into the air and curl into a spinning, tightly compacted ball of destruction which can dest
Scootaloo's Stolen HeartScootaloo's Stolen Heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scootaloo's Stolen Heart
"That's all for today, everypony! Class dismissed!" said Cheerilee, well...cheerily! The students began to put away their belongings and head for the exit, creating a slow funnel towards the door.
Near the back of the class, Apple Bloom poked Scootaloo with a hoof. "Hey, Scoot, are ya comin' by the clubhouse today?"
Scootaloo blinked a couple times as she put a book away in her desk, then turned to face her friends. "O' course I am. Why wouldn't I?"
"Well," began Sweetie Belle, putting a forehoof to her own mouth as she stood with a silly grin on her face. "We've been a little worried about you. After all, you have been coming to school every day lately."
Apple Bloom giggled. "And that's sooo not like you. Is somethin' goin' on?"
Rolling her eyes, Scoot exhaled a hefty sigh. She always had to deal with her other classmates teasing her for missing school, and
The DifferenceSorry I know theThe Difference4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
difference between loving
girls and loving boys
and not loving boys
SkinVerden looked out of the window and sighed. It was a summer's day, complete with fresh grass, singing birds and rainbows. It was a good day, a perfect day; or it would be if the weather was real, and the window for that matter. It was just an illusion, a curtain, if he pushed it aside, it would only reveal the damp wall behind it. He grimaced; it had taken him almost a year to make all the windows on request of the King who was catering to the whims of the Higher Ups. The snobs who couldn't stand the fact that they were surround by grey brick and the green slime that seemed to trickle down from the ceiling. Not that there was anything good to see if the windows were real, just the occasional dead tree, miles of wasteland and the eternal black sky.Skin5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He hated being in the service industry, catering to the wishes and 'needs' of the stupid people, the Higher Ups who couldn't see a decent bit of magic if it slapped them in the face. He ran a hand through his dark green hair as he
Never Forget ch 1An orphanage stood by itself atop a hill deep within a small forest near a small town that no one had lived in for years. This town had been deserted for quite some time since a storm had came through and wiped out everyone's homes and businesses. The only home that still stood was in the forest of this town, the mansion that had outlasted everything else. It was already a few hundred years old, but by now it had already been renovated a few times. The owners of this home had decided to make the house into an orphanage about ten years prior to the current time, having several batches of children come through already. The owners were a couple in their late 50s and early 60s, though they never wanted anyone to call them by their first names, they were known as Mr. and Mrs. Hetford.Never Forget ch 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One morning, Mrs. Hetford had awoken to the sound of a small cry. She thought it was only her imagination, so she laid her head back down on her pillow an
You're My RealityYou're My Reality2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You're My Reality
Dear Pinkie Dianne Pie,
Did time really go by that fast that you’re now reading this letter? How did it happen, when, and why? Oh what the heck, it doesn't matter. All that matters is this moment right now.
Pinkie, I've been sitting at my desk trying to think of what I want to say in this letter, ‘cause I know it’ll be the last words you read from me. I can’t even bear the thought of not living my life with you. You've brightened my days, even on the sunniest of summer afternoons. You were my ball of joy that always smiled, even when there was nothing to smile about. Honestly Pinkie, you smiled and cracked jokes when Owlowiscious broke his wing. But mind you…it was funny after you made that irrelevant pun… “He doesn't want to be owl alone.”
I remember when we first met. If I was asked what my first impression of you was, it probably would've been completely different from what I think and see yo