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Wearing makeup in the summer is like, a very bold move.

Honestly, how is it July already?

I reaaally love jewelry.

I think we can all agree when I say makeup and high summer temps do not go hand in hand.

By now, everyone in the English-speaking world knows about Glossier.

Finding summer-proof makeup is harder than resisting the drunchies after a blackout, and we all know how that goes. *Looks at the pizza box sitting on my bedroom floor* We put so much shit on our faces that finding everything in waterproof, sweat-proof, and melt-proof form is a migraine.

The thing about summer fashion is that you can think you look really cute when in fact, you could be wrong.

The weather is (finally) getting warmer and slightly stickier, baristas are losing their patience by 9am, and the trains seem to smell more like shit everyday.

Gone are the Laguna Beach-esque denim skirts that were probs the sole reason Hollister and Abercrombie Fitch were ever relevant.

There's nothing I do better than finding juicy sales and saving a shit ton of money.

I think I speak for most people when I say shopping for bathing suits is the fucking worst.

Anyone who's anyone knows that this weekend is the weekend that unofficially kick-starts the summer.

There’s no better feeling than splurging for a new set of clothes.

If Mother Nature is feeling generous soon, we might actually get the summer we've been waiting for.

As much as we like looking bronzed, it's 2018 and it's about time we stop roasting in a tanning bed.

Sponsored by Suave Music festivals are definitely something everyone needs to attend at least like, once in their life to just get it out of their system.

It’s official: millennial pink is sooo 2017.

New year, new season, new wardrobe.

Now that spring has finally arrived in New York for a whole day, the weather feels great and I'm motivated to look as good as I feel.

We’re a little over two months away from the first day of summer, and praise fucking be considering the weather we've been having.

We’re in that shitty part of the year when the last seasons of our favorite shows are coming to an end until who fucking knows when.

One of the biggest takeaways from attending private school is the number of ways you can bend the rules for a dress code and still get away with it.

The weather has been pretty damn delightful as of late.

In addition to eyebrows, we're like, always staring at other people's lips.

Among the many fashion trends spring has to offer, the biggest (and def the best), would be the millions of pant styles sitting in our online carts.

If there's something we all can agree to love, it's a big-ass, bougie-looking engagement ring that costs enough to pay off our student debt.

Spring is all fun and games until you get that pretty little invitation in the mail or a random "GUESS WHAT" text from a girl in your sorority that you rarely talk to anymore. "Shit" is right.

Spring is most definitely the best season of all time, and if you don't agree you can fight me in the comments.

Happy spring, betches!

What a time to be fucking alive.

Guys, I'm about to make your bank account (or your dad's, whatever) hate me even more than it already does.

With the exception of the latest Nor'easter that fucked up my entire existence, the slight increase in temperatures has me already searching for the hottest swimsuits to rock this summer.

If there's anything I love more than plopping myself on the couch while eating my weight in carbs, it's giving my face some TLC with a good face mask.

The last few weeks of winter have been v dreary, dark, and like, seriously fucking depressing.

The recent change in weather has got me hyped AF for an early spring.

Well, that's a wrap for yet another week of super thin models prancing around New York City in clothes that don't fit them  New York Fashion Week.

There's like, nothing lipstick can't fix.

It doesn't matter if you've been seeing someone for two months or three years: deciding where and what to eat for dinner almost always becomes a legitimate argument, regardless of where you live.

I'm basically counting down the days until March 20th, because nothing mindfucks me more than Kylie's daughter's name the sun setting at like, 4pm.

To be frank, your New Year’s resolutions all have one thing in common: you barely accomplish any of them.

Anyone who’s anyone would know that we hosted an incredible Meme Gala at Sky Art in New York City, which was just as amazing as it sounds—as if you couldn’t tell from your Insta feed.

IDK about you, but maybe I was traumatized when I was a kid because when I think of vitamins, I think of those nasty-ass, chalk-tasting, vomit-inducing Flintstone vitamins my mom used to force me to take.

Add lingerie to the list of dreaded things to shop for, along with jeans and bathing suits.

If there’s something we can all relate to, it’s the relentless journey to find products that will give us Facetuned-looking skin.

Keeping Up with the Kardashians is not only the name of a reality TV show, but it’s also a hobby that’s growing to be a bigger pain in the ass by the day.

We’ve only got a month before we start eating our weight in chocolate and watching gag-worthy rom-com’s like Friends With Benefits or No Strings Attached.

Winter is a hard time for all of us.

The bags under our eyes are neither designer nor cute in the slightest.

Name something worse than a matte lipstick that makes your lips feel cracked out.

It was 2016, the year we fucking finally started giving a shit about our eyebrows.