Every once in a while a old very glittery and very loved limited edition eyeshadow palette falls on the floor by its own and one of the eyeshadow pans breaks into dust.
That's the goddess Aphrodite taking her rightful sacrifices for helping me look so pretty every day

Is this the famous Heated rivalry you all speak about?

Per fare pesc e pesc

also can we add a misogynistic angle to this because there certainly is one? :)