My friend uses this type of cultural Indian eyeliner. She says it makes her eyes sting and she doesn’t like to wear it, but people are always saying that she shouldn’t be wearing make up. I think that people should accept others culture and not look at the fact that they’re wearing makeup for cultural reasons. What do you think?
eyeliner is my favorite thing, it makes me feel bettter about myself. sometimes when im not wearing it my eyes look like little beads and i feel asian i dont like asians im sorry its not their fault they are just creepy but they have nice clothes. and hair.
She sharpened the stick to make up her face. She hated make up, really. But it was part of the job, like a uniform. It was a mask she needed to wear, so that she wouldn’t feel like herself when she was out in the streets. She was a prostitute, but wearing the eyeliner and lipstick helped her feel like she was Sasha and not Hannah. She needed the eyeliner, she needed a mask.
they slipped out from beneath her lids. Secrets, not meant to be seen by anyone. This wasn’t her. Who made these weak drops line her eyes as if waiting for something. What were they waiting for?
It was heavy and thickly outlining her eyes. Some people called her raccoon behind he back, but I thought it made her pretty green eyes stand out. She was emo and had lots of eye liners and piercings but it made her look cool.
Girls with black rims under their eyes. Like racoons on the prowl for gossip and a good story to make themselves look better. Their eyes are like daggers. They consume other’s insecurities and devour what they call men.
It slid on like a second skin, a visual mating call shouting to all the world that she was ready for her close up, and more importantly to get close up. Meticulous in application and expensive in brand, her little black eyeliner was her best friend.
i love my eyeliner because it accentuates the one part of myself I have always loved- my eyes. There are so many fun things you can do with just a simple tweak of the line, too. Cleopatra one day and minimalist the next. I usually stick to black but find ways to keep it interesting, not that anyone else cares!
Eyeliner is one of my favorite things to wear. It is probably the most essential part of my makeup routine. When I am wearing eyeliner I feel confident and dramatic. I hate when I spend the night with my boyfriend and have to sleep in eyeliner. And I hate when I’m running late in the morning and don’t have time to put eyeliner on. Without eyeliner, I feel pale and sleepy looking. I don’t mean to be shallow but I just prefer the way I look with eyeliner on. Eyeliner is a great invention!
she loads on the eyeliner, silently praying that today he will notice her, think she’s pretty. but he’s too preoccupied. another let down, another disappointment. the worst feeling in the world: knowing that you care so much more about someone than they care about you.
I use eyeliner everyday. I feel naked without it. Its almost as if I lolike a child and the world is seeing a younger, less impressive and more vunerable me. THe eyeliner makes me look confident and dangerous. It says ‘this chick is on top of e world and she doesn’t even know it’ How about tha? I ind it interesting that I like to send that message to my audiences. I lfind it even more interesting that I called these people my audiences. Its almost as if my subconcious is telling me that I’m putting on a show. Which I guess I am, but aren’t we all? Don’t we all put on a show for others? We hide away our unpretty bits and put forward what we wish to be. Which is good, in a way. It means your aiming to better yourself. The only thing is, we have to be careful not to loose ourselves in the process.
Eyeliner. At first, all I hear is.. “fake” “pretentious” The first think I think is of an image. It’s a young girl whose just gone out on the streets looking for old men to use her and pay her so that they can bring the bread home to mommy. Mommy is a slob. She’s always been hedonistic, egotistic. She doesn’t feel other people suffering. She only knows her own feelings and instantaneous actions.
One of my favorite classic look is the pin-up style girls. They always have fantastic hair and a confident was about them. Their make-up is always flawless and I could only wish to look like them and their winged eyeliner.
For preppy girls who are not pretty enough or do not think they are pretty enough without it. I hate it because it hurts when I try to put it on. However, it reminds me of modeling, and putting on lots of makeup. That was an okay experience I suppose…
My neighbor puts on eyeliner with two arms with no hands. He likes the color peach, but it looks horrible on him because it clashes with his hair. Why would he wear something that doesn’t flatter him? I don’t know, but he never takes my advice anyways. Oh well, I guess everyone’s different.
I’m not fashionista
let’s not pretend
I like shirts 5 sizes too big
and I don’t do my hair somedays
…however I know one thing, when you wear too much eyeliner not only do you have to clean crud up from the corners of you’re eyes for a week..but you look…not as pretty as wearing less eyeliner…at least i do.
go natural :)
hehehehe
i bought some of this today. at the store. kroger. i usually see people i know there. it’s kind of funny, yet fun. i also bought a mother’s day card. one from me, and one for my dog to my mother. my dog doesn’t like me. she loves my mum. mother’s day is sunday. i am happy i got new eyeliner today. fin.
Eyeliner. I girls best friend. It’s funny, but I had a moment with eyeliner today. Today was one of the best days I’ve ever had at school. Everything just fit into place. My make didn’t even smudge. Then I get home and all turns to hell. Theres yelling and screaming, my hearts beating 1000 times the speed it should. One sharp word, one cruel glare, and I can barely make it up the stairs I’m crying so hard. Slamming the door of my room, I look in the mirror. My eyeliner is running down my face, being washed away with my tears. My mask of perfection is gone. It’s only the raw image of me left behind.
Heidi could not find her eyeliner in her purse today. We were in a hurry on the way out of her apartment because we were celebrating Cinco-de-Higho. I am not sure she ever found it. We were in the bathroom and I just left and decided to not help her with the eyeliner. Wow…we were high!
She fished around in her purse for the eyeliner. Electric blue. Her favorite color. She unscrewed the wand and began applying it as she gazed into her rear-view mirror. Elaine always prided herself on being able to multi-task. Straight and even, she thought with a smile. Her pride was interrupted by the screeching of brakes and sound of crunching glass and metal. The pain in her eye socket was nothing compared to the shock the rest of her body endured.
you’re a chiasmus waiting to happen, lovely lady buried in her books, a place where finesse of language cannot help you, no, there is no term to describe what is about to happen next–you, pressing the ink out of each page, so you can wear it like eyeliner, all these words so close to your eyes must be making you blind
I look in the mirror. Not good enough. I open my stick, twist the lid. Slide it over my eyes, gliding it on. One thin line, unbroken. Beauty. So simple. So easy. Yet so hard. It covers up what’s inside. It covers up my pain. It makes me into someone I’m not. Someone I want to be. I look in the mirror. Black lines my lids. Perfection.
enhancing, distracting, appealing
put it above, put it below, but don’t smudge!
vanity, perfection, insecurity
all emphasizing a woman’s inner self
framing the window to the soul
seeing for the first time
I wear mine in a cateye. Thick toward the outside, then thinning out. It makes my eyes look less round and juvenile. Everyone notices. And I wonder if they like it. Then I wonder why I care.
Eyeliner is what women wear when they think their eyes aren’t set deep enough in their skull. The neanderthals had eyes like that; I’m not sure it’s something to be proud of. Hmm.
She was putting the eyeliner on, but she really didn’t know what she was doing. Should it go only on the top lid, or should she do the bottom, too. Angela had no clue, and with only a father around, she had so many things to figure out on her own. Why had her mom left, anyway?
Eyeliner is a terrific product but there is far too much of it. We should think more about the natural beauty people have and not so much about the fake products we can use to cover up this beauty. I think we should have ‘Eyeliner’ free day – where people are encouraged not to use eyeliner but instead just be their natural selves.
stuff that you put on your eyes that can make you look so different I don’t even like to wear it, I don’t look like me anymore. I do like white eyeliner though on the bottom lid, it makes my eyes look more open, but black just makes it darker and odd. It also gets gunked in your little holes and makes sties and stuff.
Everyone hides behind it.
Pretty people, ugly people.
Me you, her, even him right there.
It smudges, it always does.
Because of the tears.
Because you forgot you had it on, and just rubbed your eye.
Because you just don’t need, so it slowly fades away just by itself.
the eyeliner she wore made her eyes pop. as she slanted in her chair she shot me a look that made me freeze in place. i cant imagine a more empty look but the pain i felt was unbearable.
The obsidian eyeliner slid across her cheek at the impact. A scream strangled her throat so that she sat with mouth agape as the car flip-flopped down the hill.
so, today i went to the store to go buy an eyeliner. because i wanted to look pretty for my date tonight, of course. so i started using it, and totally messed up. it was so ugly, and since it was waterproof i couldn’t get it off. also, my date arrived half an hour early. he saw me like that, and dumped me.
I LOVE eyeliner. I prefer to wear charcol colored eyeliner. Someone once asked me how I get such a thin line of eye liner. I told them very carefully. I don’t leave the house without it on unless I have sunglasses on.
eyeliner i try to climb her and remind her of how much higher i will climb but too bad theres this little timer making sure im not a liar when it comes to flat tires and bad empires of lords and sires lets light it on fire
I sometimes watch my friends as they apply eyeliner, I can never understand the need they feel for the black around their eyes. I often wonder, how many times a year does a person poke themselves in the eye?
My friend uses this type of cultural Indian eyeliner. She says it makes her eyes sting and she doesn’t like to wear it, but people are always saying that she shouldn’t be wearing make up. I think that people should accept others culture and not look at the fact that they’re wearing makeup for cultural reasons. What do you think?
eyeliner is my favorite thing, it makes me feel bettter about myself. sometimes when im not wearing it my eyes look like little beads and i feel asian i dont like asians im sorry its not their fault they are just creepy but they have nice clothes. and hair.
She sharpened the stick to make up her face. She hated make up, really. But it was part of the job, like a uniform. It was a mask she needed to wear, so that she wouldn’t feel like herself when she was out in the streets. She was a prostitute, but wearing the eyeliner and lipstick helped her feel like she was Sasha and not Hannah. She needed the eyeliner, she needed a mask.
they slipped out from beneath her lids. Secrets, not meant to be seen by anyone. This wasn’t her. Who made these weak drops line her eyes as if waiting for something. What were they waiting for?
It was heavy and thickly outlining her eyes. Some people called her raccoon behind he back, but I thought it made her pretty green eyes stand out. She was emo and had lots of eye liners and piercings but it made her look cool.
Girls with black rims under their eyes. Like racoons on the prowl for gossip and a good story to make themselves look better. Their eyes are like daggers. They consume other’s insecurities and devour what they call men.
It slid on like a second skin, a visual mating call shouting to all the world that she was ready for her close up, and more importantly to get close up. Meticulous in application and expensive in brand, her little black eyeliner was her best friend.
i love my eyeliner because it accentuates the one part of myself I have always loved- my eyes. There are so many fun things you can do with just a simple tweak of the line, too. Cleopatra one day and minimalist the next. I usually stick to black but find ways to keep it interesting, not that anyone else cares!
I want the eyeliner tattoo so i dont have to keep buying it all the time. Black eyeliner makes my eyes pop but purple is the best.
Eyeliner is one of my favorite things to wear. It is probably the most essential part of my makeup routine. When I am wearing eyeliner I feel confident and dramatic. I hate when I spend the night with my boyfriend and have to sleep in eyeliner. And I hate when I’m running late in the morning and don’t have time to put eyeliner on. Without eyeliner, I feel pale and sleepy looking. I don’t mean to be shallow but I just prefer the way I look with eyeliner on. Eyeliner is a great invention!
she loads on the eyeliner, silently praying that today he will notice her, think she’s pretty. but he’s too preoccupied. another let down, another disappointment. the worst feeling in the world: knowing that you care so much more about someone than they care about you.
I use eyeliner everyday. I feel naked without it. Its almost as if I lolike a child and the world is seeing a younger, less impressive and more vunerable me. THe eyeliner makes me look confident and dangerous. It says ‘this chick is on top of e world and she doesn’t even know it’ How about tha? I ind it interesting that I like to send that message to my audiences. I lfind it even more interesting that I called these people my audiences. Its almost as if my subconcious is telling me that I’m putting on a show. Which I guess I am, but aren’t we all? Don’t we all put on a show for others? We hide away our unpretty bits and put forward what we wish to be. Which is good, in a way. It means your aiming to better yourself. The only thing is, we have to be careful not to loose ourselves in the process.
Eyeliner. At first, all I hear is.. “fake” “pretentious” The first think I think is of an image. It’s a young girl whose just gone out on the streets looking for old men to use her and pay her so that they can bring the bread home to mommy. Mommy is a slob. She’s always been hedonistic, egotistic. She doesn’t feel other people suffering. She only knows her own feelings and instantaneous actions.
One of my favorite classic look is the pin-up style girls. They always have fantastic hair and a confident was about them. Their make-up is always flawless and I could only wish to look like them and their winged eyeliner.
A bleeding vein
Black tears
Burst open
Trickle down
Am I beautiful yet?
For preppy girls who are not pretty enough or do not think they are pretty enough without it. I hate it because it hurts when I try to put it on. However, it reminds me of modeling, and putting on lots of makeup. That was an okay experience I suppose…
My neighbor puts on eyeliner with two arms with no hands. He likes the color peach, but it looks horrible on him because it clashes with his hair. Why would he wear something that doesn’t flatter him? I don’t know, but he never takes my advice anyways. Oh well, I guess everyone’s different.
I’m not fashionista
let’s not pretend
I like shirts 5 sizes too big
and I don’t do my hair somedays
…however I know one thing, when you wear too much eyeliner not only do you have to clean crud up from the corners of you’re eyes for a week..but you look…not as pretty as wearing less eyeliner…at least i do.
go natural :)
hehehehe
i bought some of this today. at the store. kroger. i usually see people i know there. it’s kind of funny, yet fun. i also bought a mother’s day card. one from me, and one for my dog to my mother. my dog doesn’t like me. she loves my mum. mother’s day is sunday. i am happy i got new eyeliner today. fin.
Eyeliner. I girls best friend. It’s funny, but I had a moment with eyeliner today. Today was one of the best days I’ve ever had at school. Everything just fit into place. My make didn’t even smudge. Then I get home and all turns to hell. Theres yelling and screaming, my hearts beating 1000 times the speed it should. One sharp word, one cruel glare, and I can barely make it up the stairs I’m crying so hard. Slamming the door of my room, I look in the mirror. My eyeliner is running down my face, being washed away with my tears. My mask of perfection is gone. It’s only the raw image of me left behind.
Heidi could not find her eyeliner in her purse today. We were in a hurry on the way out of her apartment because we were celebrating Cinco-de-Higho. I am not sure she ever found it. We were in the bathroom and I just left and decided to not help her with the eyeliner. Wow…we were high!
She fished around in her purse for the eyeliner. Electric blue. Her favorite color. She unscrewed the wand and began applying it as she gazed into her rear-view mirror. Elaine always prided herself on being able to multi-task. Straight and even, she thought with a smile. Her pride was interrupted by the screeching of brakes and sound of crunching glass and metal. The pain in her eye socket was nothing compared to the shock the rest of her body endured.
you’re a chiasmus waiting to happen, lovely lady buried in her books, a place where finesse of language cannot help you, no, there is no term to describe what is about to happen next–you, pressing the ink out of each page, so you can wear it like eyeliner, all these words so close to your eyes must be making you blind
I look in the mirror. Not good enough. I open my stick, twist the lid. Slide it over my eyes, gliding it on. One thin line, unbroken. Beauty. So simple. So easy. Yet so hard. It covers up what’s inside. It covers up my pain. It makes me into someone I’m not. Someone I want to be. I look in the mirror. Black lines my lids. Perfection.
enhancing, distracting, appealing
put it above, put it below, but don’t smudge!
vanity, perfection, insecurity
all emphasizing a woman’s inner self
framing the window to the soul
seeing for the first time
I wear mine in a cateye. Thick toward the outside, then thinning out. It makes my eyes look less round and juvenile. Everyone notices. And I wonder if they like it. Then I wonder why I care.
Eyeliner is what women wear when they think their eyes aren’t set deep enough in their skull. The neanderthals had eyes like that; I’m not sure it’s something to be proud of. Hmm.
She was putting the eyeliner on, but she really didn’t know what she was doing. Should it go only on the top lid, or should she do the bottom, too. Angela had no clue, and with only a father around, she had so many things to figure out on her own. Why had her mom left, anyway?
it’s worn, in and out
a mask
a sign of beauty
black, charcoal, midnight
sold en masse
what is the point? natural beauty means everything
Eyes…. all looking at me! What do they see? Am I beautiful? Do they love ME?
Eyeliner is a terrific product but there is far too much of it. We should think more about the natural beauty people have and not so much about the fake products we can use to cover up this beauty. I think we should have ‘Eyeliner’ free day – where people are encouraged not to use eyeliner but instead just be their natural selves.
stuff that you put on your eyes that can make you look so different I don’t even like to wear it, I don’t look like me anymore. I do like white eyeliner though on the bottom lid, it makes my eyes look more open, but black just makes it darker and odd. It also gets gunked in your little holes and makes sties and stuff.
Everyone hides behind it.
Pretty people, ugly people.
Me you, her, even him right there.
It smudges, it always does.
Because of the tears.
Because you forgot you had it on, and just rubbed your eye.
Because you just don’t need, so it slowly fades away just by itself.
the eyeliner she wore made her eyes pop. as she slanted in her chair she shot me a look that made me freeze in place. i cant imagine a more empty look but the pain i felt was unbearable.
The obsidian eyeliner slid across her cheek at the impact. A scream strangled her throat so that she sat with mouth agape as the car flip-flopped down the hill.
makes me look like a cat, powerful i suppose, different but everyone uses eyeliner so whats the big difference?
so, today i went to the store to go buy an eyeliner. because i wanted to look pretty for my date tonight, of course. so i started using it, and totally messed up. it was so ugly, and since it was waterproof i couldn’t get it off. also, my date arrived half an hour early. he saw me like that, and dumped me.
I LOVE eyeliner. I prefer to wear charcol colored eyeliner. Someone once asked me how I get such a thin line of eye liner. I told them very carefully. I don’t leave the house without it on unless I have sunglasses on.
eyeliner i try to climb her and remind her of how much higher i will climb but too bad theres this little timer making sure im not a liar when it comes to flat tires and bad empires of lords and sires lets light it on fire
I sometimes watch my friends as they apply eyeliner, I can never understand the need they feel for the black around their eyes. I often wonder, how many times a year does a person poke themselves in the eye?