Casey(KAY-see). I like zombies, sequins and the written and spoken word.
The musings of an old soul trapped in a seventeen year old's body. Quote me.

~ Tuesday, January 31 ~
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Makeup Tutorial: Valentine’s Day Makeup

I’m going to need a lot of input from my male followers for this one :)

I’m thinking about making a makeup tutorial for Valentine’s Day with two variations, one more on the nighttime side (a little heavier) and one more on the daytime side (more natural).

For one of these variations, I want to do a tutorial with “him” in mind—aka, the guys preference.

Drop your opinions in my Ask or respond to this post.

So, question for the males: You’re going on a date with that special someone on Valentines day. How would you prefer her makeup to be done? What could she do to her makeup to really grab your attention(in the good way, of course haha)? Colors, type of makeup, type of look? :)


~ Monday, January 30 ~
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Mean muggin’ on the way to the Aquarium of the Pacific.

I got to pet jellyfish :’D

Mean muggin’ on the way to the Aquarium of the Pacific.

I got to pet jellyfish :’D


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~ Sunday, January 29 ~
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For those that requested a haircare video :)


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Anonymous asked: you should make a video of your hair care routine and how to self-trim your hair! :]

Definitely :D I just filmed a video answering all of my hair questions, I’ll film the hair cutting tutorial when I’m due for another trim in a few weeks. :)


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WDYWT, 2AM Edition

WDYWT, 2AM Edition

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People have been asking me where I’ve been, why I’ve been so busy.

I’ve been lost, so completely and utterly lost within the confines of my own mind.

My future, my past, what is going to happen, what will happen if I continue to live the way I’m living now, what will happen in the future when I can only count on myself.

The schoolwork piles up and my constant questions keep me up at night and exhaust me.

I don’t know what I’m going to do about my future, to be honest.
Yes, I’ve made my mind up on a major. Yes, I have a general idea of what college I will be attending once acceptance letters come around. Yes, I have chosen a set careerpath.

But in complete honestly, I am not chasing my dreams. I am not going to end up doing something that I am one-hundred percent passionate about. This saddens me.

I would be so happy if doing what I love actually paid well, if it were able to pay the bills and support me for life. But it doesn’t.

I will have to settle for something less, but gives more. Something that is of minimal significance to me but will put food in my future children’s stomachs and a roof over my family’s head.

I wish I spend the rest of life doing what I love for a living, but unless there is a generous amount of luck in my palms, I will never be able to make it in this world as an “artist.”


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This is my bestfriend, Megan.
I guess our friendship started one day when she came up to me, crying her eyes out. We were barely acquaintances and her friends had betrayed her. We knew each other through a class we shared and she didn’t know who else to come to, so she came to me. Even though I hardly knew her, I encouraged her to let it all out and offered my shoulder. I just held her and told her that she was going to be okay. I had no idea how close we would end up being, that she would eventually become my best friend.
Words cannot even begin to describe how envious I am of her, appearance  and personality-wise. She’s so sweet and bubbly and happy and perfect.  Her cheekbones are to die for and she’s probably the nicest girl on the  planet, contrary to what some people believe. She works so hard, she’s  so dedicated and beautiful. I love her so very much. Everywhere we go, she turns heads left and right and no, not because she has a perfectly curvy figure or because she’s got the face of an angel but because she has this strong and beautiful aura. Sometimes I like to think of it as hot pink because she’s so fiery and alive yet the epitome of all things girly. This aura seems to attract people so easily. Every person we know adores her and every person she meets falls in love with her.
I guess you can say I’m envious because she’s everything I’m not… but not in a sense where I’d want to compete with her. She’s on her own level—no one can compete with her, and despite the female’s natural competition instinct, I know I would never try. She gives me hope in the female gender. Sometimes I question why she chose me as her bestfriend. Sometimes I feel like she deserves someone better than me.
I’ve heard quite a few people say that she “gets on their nerves” because she’s too happy. I disagree. Happiness is encased within her as a person, as a human being, like a fire that never goes out and I love that about her. Even when she’s suffering, she still has the most beautiful smile. I don’t understand why anyone would judge her for that or hate her for that. She’s honestly like a rose in a concrete garden and I admire her so much for her strength and persistence.
I know that other females and I don’t tend to mix very well but Megan honestly changed my life. I could never be mad at her or grow to hate her. She’s like a sister to me, one I’ve never had and I love her with all of my heart. I will always wish for better things for her, that she will always stay happy and wonderful as she always has been.

This is my bestfriend, Megan.

I guess our friendship started one day when she came up to me, crying her eyes out. We were barely acquaintances and her friends had betrayed her. We knew each other through a class we shared and she didn’t know who else to come to, so she came to me. Even though I hardly knew her, I encouraged her to let it all out and offered my shoulder. I just held her and told her that she was going to be okay. I had no idea how close we would end up being, that she would eventually become my best friend.

Words cannot even begin to describe how envious I am of her, appearance and personality-wise. She’s so sweet and bubbly and happy and perfect. Her cheekbones are to die for and she’s probably the nicest girl on the planet, contrary to what some people believe. She works so hard, she’s so dedicated and beautiful. I love her so very much. Everywhere we go, she turns heads left and right and no, not because she has a perfectly curvy figure or because she’s got the face of an angel but because she has this strong and beautiful aura. Sometimes I like to think of it as hot pink because she’s so fiery and alive yet the epitome of all things girly. This aura seems to attract people so easily. Every person we know adores her and every person she meets falls in love with her.

I guess you can say I’m envious because she’s everything I’m not… but not in a sense where I’d want to compete with her. She’s on her own level—no one can compete with her, and despite the female’s natural competition instinct, I know I would never try. She gives me hope in the female gender. Sometimes I question why she chose me as her bestfriend. Sometimes I feel like she deserves someone better than me.

I’ve heard quite a few people say that she “gets on their nerves” because she’s too happy. I disagree. Happiness is encased within her as a person, as a human being, like a fire that never goes out and I love that about her. Even when she’s suffering, she still has the most beautiful smile. I don’t understand why anyone would judge her for that or hate her for that. She’s honestly like a rose in a concrete garden and I admire her so much for her strength and persistence.

I know that other females and I don’t tend to mix very well but Megan honestly changed my life. I could never be mad at her or grow to hate her. She’s like a sister to me, one I’ve never had and I love her with all of my heart. I will always wish for better things for her, that she will always stay happy and wonderful as she always has been.


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How fake can you get?

I find it so entirely ironic when someone tells you that they are “there for you whenever you need them,” and then once you make a mistake or want to talk to them about your problems, they bombard you with accusations. They insinuate that they think you’re stupid, that you’re ignorant, or that your mistake is so shameful that it is so unbelievable that you even committed it.

Last time I checked, “being there” included understanding, not accusing.

Listening, not judging.

I came to you because I needed someone to talk to, not to stand before a fucking jury.


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~ Saturday, January 28 ~
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Anonymous asked: What'd you do in the two years to get your hair to be so long?

I took special precautions! I’ll list everything I did here:

  • I stopped blow-drying my hair every morning. Now, I let my hair air-dry every single time I shower, save for special occasions where I need to get out of the shower and get my hair ready fast.
  • I limited myself to using heat tools (like curling, straightening, etc) to two times a week to limit the heat damage
  • I started to wash my hair every other day to every two days opposed to every single day to keep it from drying out (washing your hair every singly day strips your hair of it’s natural oils, drying our your hair)
  • I used to use a deep conditioner once a week and leave-in conditioner but I realized that it’d be healthier if I just limited the amount of products I put in my hair to a bare minimum
  • I self-trimmed my hair every three weeks (getting it trimmed at a salon is really expensive JUST because my hair is long).

Contrary to popular belief, never cutting your hair is actually really bad for it. Not cutting your split ends causes them to split all the way to the root of your hair, doing even more serious damage. It will also cause the split ends to continue to split and shred, making it a lot harder and taking a lot longer for your hair to grow. I recommend cutting it every three weeks to one month to keep it healthy.

The biggest step I took was trimming it. Beforehand, I had allowed my hair to grow without cutting it and even though it was long, it was extremely unhealthy so I chopped a bunch of it off and miraculously it started growing a helluva lot faster, lol.


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My friends say I have mermaid hair.

I owe it all to the long process of two and a half years. :’)

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Anonymous asked: You should let your homeboys gangbang you as a grad present

Lol, no. Just no.


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The main homegirls.
Myself, Iya aka my sister aka the ketchup girl aka @onelove2hearts, my beautiful best friend Megan and the homegirl Ashley. :)

The main homegirls.

Myself, Iya aka my sister aka the ketchup girl aka @onelove2hearts, my beautiful best friend Megan and the homegirl Ashley. :)


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The homies. | Here they are, for those that are interested. :) (a lot of them aren’t featured)

To be specific in the first picture, the second, third, fourth, fifth, and last guy from the left are part of the main pack. This is probably the most badass picture of them yet. :p

The second picture has most of them in it. :)


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Never take advantage of those that are there for you.

Never, ever take them for granted.

Some of these people are devoted to you and are willing to do anything for you. No matter what happens, they may always offer their shoulder, words of comfort or open ears. However, that does not mean that they will stick around forever.

Grow unappreciative and one day you may wake up and they’ll be gone, and you’ll be filled with the regret of never having had the chance to say Thank you or at least express your appreciation.

Appreciate those that are there for you.
One day, they may not be there for you anymore.


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Who are you fooling?

I see you, girl.

Covering up your insecurities with this cowardly confidence; the facade of a bad bitch to conceal your hesitance. Impressive… yet the cracks in your foundation are so tragically evident. You may have different mediums at hand to create such a misleading mask but I can see right through you. A lot of people do.

You see, you do this dance with false confidence, imagining yourself on a pedestal that doesn’t exist. You’ve got the right face, the long legs and the luscious lips to prove it. Putting yourself above the little people, those that “ain’t worth it” when in reality, you’re at the same exact level as them.

There shouldn’t have to be levels, but you don’t understand. These levels are so engraved into your mind that you’re never satisfied; always wanting to one-up the next one, have the upper hand.

By thinking of yourself so highly, you bring yourself down. Reckless with your words, you don’t care who you hurt… but ultimately, you’re wounding yourself. Your reputation suffers through your ruthless berserk, all because your confidence has turned to cockiness. This facade you’ve created for yourself has turned into self-destructiveness. Only time will tell when you lose your sense of your consciousness, completely lost in the abyss that is yourself.

The further you get lost in yourself, your reflection, people’s perceptions, the more you lose the true you—the beautiful soul behind the shell of an arrogant bombshell.

Stay true to you, not the distorted perceptions of you. Why be a dime, two-faced, when you could be a diamond? Multifaceted and shining, wherever the light hits.

That, is true beauty.

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