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Women drop hundreds of dollars at hair salons trying to attain the golden perfection she was born with.

like a bad case of herpes—just ‘cuz you can’t see me doesn’t mean I’m not there.”

is one of the most important people in my life, not some hotter-than-a-house-on-fire bombshell from a movie poster. I know her. She’s a sweet, sassy, intelligent, beautiful-on-the-inside, real person. And… Oh my god. She is my type! She is the standard by which I assess every other woman on the planet. Oh, this is so effin’ bad. I need to get out of here. Bring the damn check, please!

I’d pick you, Kendall. You are, in every possible sense of the word, the most breathtaking woman I have ever met. That would be the most truthful answer I could give, but I know when to keep the truth to my damn self. “You know that X-Men movie, the one where Xavier can still walk?”

Kendall furrows her eyebrows at me as if to say ‘yeah, and?’

“The actress who played Mystique in that. Hello, blue body

There’s a lot to be said about Kendall Bettencourt. She’s one of those people who were put on this earth so that the average human can give the word ‘beauty’ a definition. Between having the body of a Victoria’s Secret model and a face that should be immortalized in a Da Vinci painting, she never stood a chance at living her life in the shadows. It didn’t really come as much of a surprise

It was absolutely not love at first sight.

‘My eyes are up here,’ she said,

And that’s when I fell in love with her—so maybe it was actually love at second sight.

fully animated—gesturing wildly

‘Well, follow your heart, I’d say . . . even into disaster.’ She smiles and stands to clear the cups. ‘And there is a queue, Vivienne; you just can’t see it.’

read somewhere that the state of a woman’s house is linked to her state of mind.