#staypretty

[leeshbunny]

[athenas-aestheic]

My journey with aesthetic, just a hobby.

[miirarrrru]

holy shit i’m broke😳😳😳 & they just extended our quarantine until june 10th. idk what i’m going to do. cash app- $miirarrrru 🖤

[yenmomoko-blog]

日子一天一天的过，期待着温馨的圣诞节的到来，每一年的12月25号对于每一个基督徒朋友是那么重要的大日子。这是昨晚的晚餐，我和同事们的小聚会，老板请客哦 🤩，千选万选，就选了吃日本餐哦，日本料理还蛮不赖的嘛~ 🍱🍣🍥🥢 Merry X'mas in advance, everyone ❤🎄🎁 Ho, ho, ho, ...from me & family 🙏🏻 #xmasinadvance #christmasdinner #dressup #staypretty #sushi #日本饭盒 #寿司 #behappy #wish #thanksinadvance #colleagues #specialdinner #日本餐 (at Senkawa Japanese Restaurant 千川) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bro97qugGzRk2KJ-c3kxXkD1z1iYOr3LC6Wins0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dl847wm4vs6v

[stillimpressed]

Insta: stillimpressed

[artificepoet]

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥"

𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗱 for a 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗽 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲,

Hide truth behind 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀,

Faces 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱 to 𝗳𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀,

Souls fade where their 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀.

Beauty 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀,

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 by the 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱'𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀,

𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 in the market’s tales,

Truth smothered as 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀.

Crowds chase their own 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁,

𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 in what the world wants most,

Voices 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝗼𝗮𝘀𝘁,

𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 by 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀' 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝘁.

𝗕𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 for applause,

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 by 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲,

Truth disguised by 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝘂𝘇𝗲,

𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘆 beneath false laws.

​🎭💸💔⛓️🪞👤👻

Syllable Count: 7 per line

Rhyme Scheme per Stanza: AAAA

Language: English

#CommodificationOfBeauty

#StayPretty

#BeyondTheMask

#LostIdentity

#LumayaSaBalatKayo

#21stCenturyLiterature

Behind the Mask: Why I Wrote The Market's Painted Veil

​When I sat down to write The Market's Painted Veil, I wasn't just observing the world; I was feeling suffocated by it. I wanted to capture the terrifying reality of the "commodification of beauty"—this idea that our faces and bodies are no longer just parts of us, but products to be packaged, edited, and sold. Writing this was an act of rebellion against a system that constantly tells me, and everyone I know, that we are not enough until we are purchased, liked, or validated.

In the first stanza, I started with the image of the "Masks." When I wrote "Faces trimmed to fit the lies," I was thinking about the violence we inflict on ourselves—whether it's through literal surgery or just the digital surgery of a filter. I felt a deep sadness writing that line because "trimming" implies cutting away parts of who we are just to slot into a mold that society built. I used the bold text—borrowed eyes, worth complies—to mimic the loud, aggressive voice of advertising that shouts over our own quiet truths. I wanted the reader to feel that pressure to conform, the way I feel it every time I scroll through a feed of identical, perfect faces.

​The second stanza is where the anger really set in for me. I wrote "Beauty weighed like gold in scales" because I wanted to expose the transactional nature of modern love and admiration. It feels like we are meat in a market or gold in a pawn shop; our value fluctuates based on the current trend. When I wrote about "Dreams caged" and "false light," I was mourning the loss of genuine ambition. We aren't dreaming of connection anymore; we are dreaming of being "seen," which is a very different, colder thing. I felt a heavy heart realizing that the "wind's hard gales"—the harsh criticism of the public—can bruise a heart that is just trying to be loved.

​By the time I reached the third and fourth stanzas, the poem became about the loss of the soul. "Crowds chase their own mirrored ghost" is perhaps the line that haunts me the most. It came from a feeling of dissociation—looking in the mirror and seeing a stranger because I’ve spent so much time trying to be what the "world wants most." I wanted to express the exhaustion of that chase. The final lines, "Bodies bartered for applause" and "Souls decay beneath false laws," were my breaking point. I realized that the cost of this transaction isn't money; it’s us. We are rotting from the inside out, preserving the shell while the fruit spoils.

​Ultimately, I chose the rigid, 7-syllable structure and the repetitive AAAA rhyme scheme to make the poem feel trapped, just like we are. I didn't want the poem to flow freely; I wanted it to feel like a march or a machine. Writing this wasn't just an exercise in rhyme; it was a way for me to scream without raising my voice, to point at the "painted veil" of our culture and say, I see you, and I know what you are doing to us.

[makeuplooksblog]

SIMPLE EVERYDAY MAKE UP

Hi everyone!

today I'm  here to teach you how to do some  daily  basic make up tutorial using my  make up products.ok! let's start our make up tutorial and let me know which product is you like it.

Step 1 lets  put some moisturizing to clean your face.

Step 2 let's put a foundation to cover the pores.

Step 3 put a concealer where you want to cover

Step 4: And put an eyeshadow color brown and  gold in upper eyelid to your eyes and add a blush on color pink on your cheek.

Step 5: put a matt lip color on your lips that fit in your skin color.

I hope that my make up tutorial help you to boost your confident and I am excited that you're try my make up looks.

[fabulousdarlin89]

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