Splinters
When guys get them:
!@#$@!$@@#$!!@!#$!$#!$@#!@#$$$@$@!$@#$!$@####$!$#$@#!!!!!!
When girls get them:
“A part of my soul has died…”
c of me.
Cancer caused concerns and cups of chamomille,
cuts to cicatrize a colon and cinnamon skin, crossroads
in fading copper (summers we danced bare feet in the mud),
cents for crude ideas (when to lay in the grass and below)
and the crystalline cringe of the corner of strawberry lips,
carbon clips in coal strands of hair (not as pitch-black as thought)
and crinkles on bedsheets and foreheads, one deeper than another,
the cold kept creaking and leaking through the cracks
in skin and spine and winter came sooner and stayed longer
when centuries shrinked to courtesies within two and few years,
cowards flew the cusp of closed fingertips and we let go,
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(C U soon she wrote on dried died flower paper and meant more
than she knew how to bear)
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I fold kinks in scarves and your handkerchief and stitch a tale of my C in your heart.
Life Hack #4: Splinter Solution!
Say you’re doing some building project-whether it be bench, ikea desk drawer, whatever- and you got a splinter. First, instead of going for tweezers, try this instead:
Yep, just squirt some Elmer’s glue over the splinter, wait for it to dry, and peel off the dried glue! The splinter will stick to the glue, making it much easier to get out those annoying slits of wood.
(Pic credit goes to cheapbeauty tumblr)
