A Redo of Sorts

 Remember that one time I wrote that one post about like statement lipstick and such, yeah well that sucked.
And in honor of that temporary lapse of sufficient lip-wears in effective content reciprocation...I bring to you lip-love in its rarest and most fluorescent form: exaggerated on the fancy of my lips.

Vintage blazer, Target jeans and shirt (because Target is always on point...get it? ON POINT), Nike sneakers and sick asss lipstick that I stole from my madre.

I feel like this is better. Yeah, that's good.