facepiling

She came to class looking like she’d been hit by a paintball grenade.

He had so much glitter on, the lights in the club thought they were broken.

Her face was so covered in makeup, the mirror screamed for help.

Her face looked like a cake that had been thrown at a volcano.

He had so much concealer on, it looked like he was hiding a secret that even the FBI didn’t know about.

She came in looking like she’d been dipped in a tube of paint and shaken.

She walked in like she’d just fought a war with a makeup palette.

He had so much foundation on, it looked like he had a layer of dirt and glitter on his face.

Her face was so loaded, it looked like she had a squad of makeup artists with her.