MOTD: Stilettos and broken bottles.

"Yeah I know it's stupid. 

I just got to see it for myself.

I'm in the corner watching you kiss her.

I'm right over here, why can't you see me?

I'm giving it my all,

but I'm not the girl you're taking home.

I'll keep dancing on my own."

Makeup

Face:

Rimmel Wake Me Up Concealer

Rimmel Stay Matte Translucent Powder

NYC Sunny Bronzer

Eyes:

Elf Liquid Liner

Naked 2 Palette ( Foxy, Verve, Tease, Busted)

Armani Eyes to Kill mascara

Elf brow gel

Lips:

Mac Hue lipstick

NYX lip plumper 

A little thank you to the little one.

Little monk,  (aka Lindsey)

I was looking through pictures from this year,

and I just wanted to say thank you to one of my best friends.

Thank you for refusing to let me go

 out in the middle of the summer wearing a sweater.

You know how hard it was for me to

 show more skin than I'm use to,

but you assured me that it was okay.

I know you probably don't realize it,

but that night simply felt like a leap out of my comfort zone. 

You know how much I hate my body, 

but you refuse to let me miss out on fun 

and opportunities because of my insecurities.

Thank you for telling me that I'm beautiful.

Everyone deserves to have a best friend like you.

You're my biggest fan, and I'm yours, and I always will be.

I love you to the moon and back.

XO,

monk.

Moving and Mourning.

There's so much going good in my life right now.
I've felt like I truly, have not stopped moving in the past few weeks.
Working, and packing, and driving, and unpacking and working.
I haven't had a few minutes to myself to breathe.

If you know me, you know I get pretty anxious, 
and nervous, and kind of shut down when things become overwhelming.

Moving is so stressful, 
but when I lay down at night in my new home, I am calm. 

Tonight, I am not.

I finally am getting that second I've needed all week.
Y'all know what I'm talking about, right?
Your breaking point.
When just enough has happened, and the simplest thing makes you boil over.

My grandfather passed away this past weekend. 

He was very, very sick, and needed to go be with Jesus.
I believe he is watching over me.
The thing that is actually killing me,
is that I wasn't there to say goodbye.
It pains me to know that I couldn't thank him 
for giving me the most perfect mother, 
and godmother, and aunt, I could ever ask for. 
I couldn't thank him for telling my sister and I 
every single year that he ran over the Easter bunny,
or hit Rudolph on the way over those holiday mornings.

For being at every single occasion that mattered to me. 
For showing us strength in your weakest of days.
For loving us.

Poppy, I know you heard me say goodbye Saturday morning.
I know you've heard me talking.
I love you, and I am forever grateful for everything you've done for us.

Say hello to grandma, 
and everyone up there for me.

I hope, 
and I will continue to try to make you proud.
We miss you already.
I love you..


This post was really more for me than it was for y'all, and I'm sorry. But I wanted to say thank you to anyone who sent my family and I condolences and well wishes within the last week. We've received an absolute outpouring of love, and we couldn't be more blessed to be surrounded with the most amazingly incredible family and friends during this time. 

Thank you. 

Xo, 
K.