psa: if you ever pop a pimple or scrub it too hard in the shower and end up with basically an open wound, put polysporin/neosporin on it right away. its an antibacterial and prevents infections, which is basically all that pimples are. if you do this at night, it’ll just be a patch of dry skin by morning thatll go away in a few days, theres no scarring, and the red mark doesnt last long (esp if you use toner). i know thats its not ideal if you wear makeup since it makes your skin where it was dry and flaky under foundation, but its a way better option than just leaving it open and prone to reinfection.
Get out of your bed and pay it some attention. If you have access to
one, throw your bedding in the washer before you start today’s
adventures (and then add detergent and start the washer, smartasses). Be
honest, your sheets need washing, don’t they? If not, or if you don’t
have access to a washing machine right now, MAKE YOUR BED.
After you start the washer or make your bed, round out your 20
minutes washing some dishes, unloading or reloading the dishwasher, or
scrubbing your sink and drying rack.
I love you even though I had to wake up and and take you to the bathroom at 5am and then wake up an hour later to scrub your throw up out of my carpet before I went to school. #SugarBooger #nationaldogday
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She is melancholy and madness. She will drive you insane. She will drive you away. She is like the sap of a tree, sticking to your skin. You’ll want to scrub yourself clean. She is a tumultuous storm, whipping at your windows, scratching glass panes. She is a hot summers day, smothering, intense. She is a compass gone mad, and you are the electro magnetic field. She is a spinning top, always spiralling out of control. And she won’t stop. She can’t stop. She is in love. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, boy