truthfully like hate to sound tin hat but I just think the quality of food nowadays or just anything is so bad that we are just breaking out more and more. My face was clearer in my teens and I’m in my mid 20s and I break out all of the time. Panoxyl was helping but I still get a few small bumps here and there and they’re so irritating.
oh yeah i mean i for sure eat like shit so i'm not thinking i'll ever have totally clear skin but i just think it's funny that i have to take my skin by surprise
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Interrupting my hiatus to say I am alive and well! Currently working on my last statistics assignment and an essay on Le Spleen de Paris. I can’t wait to finish all my uni bits so that I could peacefully fly off to Florence for a few weeks to do my painting with ancient techniques course 🎨🌷
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The problem with night shift is that my midnight dreams of snacks are too achievable. If I’m up at 2 am and want a little treat I don’t already own, well, too bad, go back to sleep. But right now it is 2 pm and things are open. Dreams are achievable. I’m lying awake in bed, jolted from sleep by a craving for cheesecake, and I can’t go back to sleep because I keep thinking about how open and accessible the grocery store is.
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sometimes go for a little bit without drawing and when i finally do it again its like wow...i can literally make whatever i want...the world is suddenly beautiful again
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Just thinking about riding Levi to the point where he can't even keep up his thrusts, entrusts you to hold the rhythm with your hips because he's too dazed and dizzy to think about anything except how good your pussy feels squeezing around his cock. He can't even form full sentences let alone a coherent string of words, just knows that he needs to fuck you, needs to feel you cum around him.
And when you do, he digs his fingers into the fat of your skin before pushing you on your back for the last frantic few thrusts before he's cumming too, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours as he praises you, telling you how good you've taken him. He's hardly even fucking properly anymore but neither of you care, all that matters is how close he is to you, his hips squished into yours, thighs slapping into the back of yours as he fills you til you're overflowing, and it's there that he utters the small, quiet "I love yous", thinking you're too spent to pay them much mind, but you're smiling nonetheless as your arms wrap around his heaving shoulders
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Endlessly frustrating. How . Much. Everything costs including and especially things that you aren't allowed to not have
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I need to stop getting angry at myself when I feel like I has an unproductive day
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How bout we make 2023 wages and pay 1970s prices how bout THAT
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