ryan ross was a peculiar boy, some would say.
first off, he dressed as though half his wardrobe came from his mother's peace loving days that somehow made a hybrid with tumblr.
second, he loved makeup. makeup was nothing but creams & paints, only for the skin.
third, he liked loved looking pretty, regardless of what others thought.
so there he sat, foundation brush in hand, while other things littered the paint chipped vanity.
he had finished touching up his foundation and was now moving to sweet and aubergine colored eyeshadow across his lid.
he adored that color because it made the color of his chocolate iris' pop.
his cream colored sweater was a bit big and hung over his legging clad legs.
he added his white flower crown and cracked a smile at his reflection.
"better than nothing."