Qubool Hai Forever

i’m doing a summer giveaway!

because its summer that means i have some extra money and also some products that i own that i haven’t used and want to get rid of! i have tried all of the makeup products on this list and tried to pick ones that worked for all skin types and skin tones!! this giveaway is international!

HOW TO ENTER:

reblog this, likes don’t count as anything! you must be following me! if you’re picked and not following me you won’t win! must be 18+ or have your parents permission! you must have your askbox open and you have to be okay with giving me your address!

PRIZES:

too faced melted matte liquid lipstick in sell out NARS blush in orgasm becca shimmering skin perfecter in opal urban decay single eyeshadow in fireball kat von d everlasting liquid lipstick in lolita urban decay all nighter setting spray brown journal sakura gelly roll glitter pens these cute earbuds, because everyone always needs an extra pair! (large) alien shirt “ART IS NOT A CRIME” pin pepe lapel pin

and also a letter, a mixtape, and some cute candy from me!!

EXTRA ENTRIES:

one reblog = one entry follow my instagram for five extra entries, my twitter for five extra entries, and add me on snapchat (@kayelillian) for three extra entries! send me an ask with your username so i can add you to the list of people who get extra entries! i will obviously be checking!

i’ll be picking the winner august 22nd!!!

you are and will always be beautiful

AsYa 2nd engagement

How dare she think I don’t dare do what I say?! No way I’m going to marry her… Whatever Ammi says… If only Ammi doesn’t keep fainting when I try to reason with her about this ridiculous marriage she is proposing…

‘I’ll do what I want…’

‘When I decide something, I’ll never back off from it,

‘I’ll convince Ammi that I can’t marry you. I know she wants me to marry you, but she also taught me never to lie, and I can’t lie to her by having a fake wedding…’

‘I’ll convince her, that I won’t be marrying you…’

I’ll be firm and I’ll tell her right away…’ I said convincingly. Whether I was convincing myself or Zoya I wasn’t sure, but it felt like the correct thing to do. And I always did the correct thing.

And yet, here I am spellbound, the next evening, holding this beautiful woman’s hand in mine, her eyes luminous in the candlelight. She looked into my eyes and told me that this didn’t feel fake. No, Zoya, this doesn’t feel fake, my heart answered. I took her hand, trembling, soft but willing, in mine. It felt like a natural fit, a key fitting into a lock. My heart feels in peace, my cynical brain has taken a leave of absence.