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On beauty.

Journeys have an end

beauty grows slowly

the world caries on

Charles Elffers

On Beauty: The Cure for Resting B*tch Face

Resting bitch face:
A woman’s facial expression which portrays her dissatisfaction with either what is before of her, or her overall outlook on life.
In other words, when a woman, completely unconsciously, scowls at the world, deterring human interaction because of her inability to manifest and express joy individually, and to accept that which differs from herself or her beliefs. 504 more words


Why Zadie Smith's On Beauty Is A Good Read

Let’s set the record straight before we begin: I don’t opt for books that everyone and their mama is reading at the moment. Why, you ask? 817 more words


The Daily Beauty Breakdown: Don't Try So Hard

The Daily Beauty Breakdown

Monday, 11/03/2014                   Janet Jackson Looks Unrecognizable

Tuesday, 10/28/2014        Kylie Kardashian Gets Lip Augmentation

Wednesday, 10/08/2014      Izzy Azalea looks like Marlon and Brandon Wayans from White Girls… 128 more words


Review of Zadie Smith's "On Beauty"

So, in anticipation of Zadie Smith’s new novel NW where she pays tribute to her roots in Wilsden exploring the deeply working class streets of an intensely multicultural vibrant community (waiting with bated breath for the amazon package), I have decided to re-read one of my favourites – that’s right favourites, not only of her work but in general! 745 more words



When it comes to make up, my one must have, must wear, everyday, is liquid liner. I simply cannot live without it. Everyday. It is the reason I am late for meetings, appointments and sometimes work, because I’ve been known to spend half an hour in front of the mirror perfecting the wing on one eye. 514 more words


The Beauty (or not) of Books

Although I love reading books, I’m also often conscious of them as objects in themselves, and sometimes the physical book itself adds to the pleasure of reading, somehow. 475 more words

Rambling About Reading