I swear. The worst part about being fair skinned is that
every single emotional response involving a rapid heartbeat shows all over
your face.
While walking down the crowded hallway of a new school where you don't know anyone, a boy asks you what size jeans you have on.....you look down in bewilderment only to find that you left the size sicker on the pant leg, and you don't like the number = Red Face
Or when you try to return something to a store that you bought only to wear for one night and they won't allow it because you left makeup stains all over the collar......Busted! = Serious Red Face.
New Crush=Red face.....But I've already explained that one.
Brie Emery's home via Rue Magazine; Bowl, Anthology Mag; Pillow, Alexandra Ferguson
When the girl who looks like she could seriously start barking at you tries to give you her attitude; and you stand up for yourself......Red Face (but the good, proud, kind).
The color red
It makes it hard for me to lie.....Which I appreciate, because I have come to learn that the truth isn't always as scary as it seems.
And the truth is, I don't really like the color red...Only in small doses; probably the reason why I avoid large crowds, bitchy women, and shopping malls of any sort.
***Update; it has come to my attention that today Pantone chose Tangerine Tango as the Color of the Year for 2012.....Whatever, close enough.
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