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tipsprohealthy · 1 year

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wonpearl · 7 months

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bios coquette & wonyoungism

𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝓲𝓼 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 ✿𝆬

𐐺 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝑓𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗶𝘀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 ☆

୨୨ 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝗍𝖾𝖺 ୧୧

ʚ 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 ྀི 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 ❀𝆬 ♡

𝟿𝟺 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𖹭 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 ⪨ ⪨

𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝑙𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅 🌸 ୨୧

꒰ ꒰ 🧖🏻‍♀️ 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗆 🫧 ♡ ა

𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 🩰 ♡ 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺 ೀ

©ㅤwonpearlㅤ／ㅤwonzonieㅤ﹒

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citarmomentos · 9 months

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#abstract #frases #pink #long hair #photoshop #saúde mental #puss in boots #frasi tumblr #fraud #short hair #skincare routine #escritos de amor #fan art #frase e pensamentos #poem #film #fashion #portrait

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curlymeme · 4 months

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we love this couple!!

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fanyajuliana · 5 months

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women with locs >>>>>>>

#black women #women with locs #aesthetic #hairstyle #skincare #messy locs #locs #soft locs #cute locs #short locs #black tumblr #black girl moodboard #dreads #dreadlocks

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waaydamin · 5 months

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#jaydacheaves #celebrity #fashion #influencer #black girl moodboard #moodboard #pixiecut #short hair #black girl aesthetic #jaydawayda #black girl luxury #jayda cheaves #face card #skinroutine #skincare

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icekreme · 1 month

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subbie-dreamz · 8 months

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The 1 downfall of cooler weather in autumn is covering up all my sick tattoos 🤭

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elyy3f · 1 month

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#face masks #long hair #glitter #short hair #skincare #cosmetics #eyeliner #lipstick #natural hair #makeup

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kimberly2 · 2 months

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Are you there 🍆😘👌

#short hair #curly hair #cosmetics #natural hair #dyed hair #braids #hairstyle #long hair #acne #skincare tips

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riordanness · 6 months

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would’ve, could’ve, should’ve - tmr!newt

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warnings: blood mentions, panic attack mentions, skin condition

requested: no

a/n: excerpt from a much longer fic i’ve been working on during my severe mental and physical health challenges over the course of this year. it’s a little something i mostly wrote for myself to cope, but i thought i’d share a little with you guys, cos it’s nice (??) to have people understand what you’re going through, and tbh i’m kinda proud of how this little piece turned out

Now that the initial shock and panic of arriving here, in the place they call The Glade, is slowly starting to wear off, the pain is taking up most of my attention. Even now, my arms are almost unbearable. The pain is tantalising me, taunting me. Cry, it seems to tell me. Break down in front of all these boys and sob.

I blink, suddenly unsteady on my own feet. “I–I’m gonna go,” I announce, not talking to anyone in particular, and stumble towards the Homestead. I manage to get myself to my room, before my legs give way beneath me and I crumple to the ground, leaning against the wall for support.

My head falls between my knees, and one, heartbroken sob shudders through me, shaking my entire being. The red-hot fire on my skin spreads to my chest, to my tears, to my head. I am distraught, trapped inside this ring of flames, burning me alive, from the inside out.

I’m aching, every bone, every muscle crying out in agony, screaming at me to grant them relief. I can only cry harder, wishing with every ounce of my being that I was able to grant that request.

The hot, itchy ants begin crawling, through the flames, and all over me, smothering me with their little, persistent stomps. I’m choking. Unable to breathe beneath all the itching and the pain.

I scratch roughly at the skin of my wrists and forearms, my nails digging into myself, drawing blood. But still, the itching is unbearable. My nails drag again, again and again, each time harsher than the last.

I don’t know exactly how long I stay like this, crunched into a ball, trying to disappear from this narrative I’m forced into.

I have no memories, but it is obvious this condition (of sorts), is a long term thing. I wonder briefly, in between the pain, how long it has been. How many days, months, years have I been fighting it? Is it even a fight? Or just an endless battle of no hope, and no happiness.

I wonder if it’s the cause of my being here. Maybe I got so fed up and exhausted of this pain and this whole damn thing that I just chose to be sent here. But what would that do? I’m still in pain, obviously. Nothing would have changed regardless of my skin. I dismiss the idea, the wonder still strong in my mind. I was burning with curiosity as to why or how or when or where.

I sigh, long and deep, drawing my knees impossibly closer to my chest, as if squeezing myself tightly into a ball will somehow keep out the pain. Maybe the fire ants can’t get in if I block them out.

The thought of those fiery, itching ants does it for me. My mind collapses. I shake, my sobs violent but deadly quiet. My head hurts, my throat is tightening up in a hot ball of tears, my chest feels like it’s been wrapped in cling wrap way too tightly.

There’s nothing but me.

Me, and the pain, and the tears, and the fire.

Nothing else matters. I don’t have room for it to matter. I’m all full, my space for love and life and joy and laughter taken up by a wretched pain. A chronic condition.

Nothing matters.

Nothing.

At.

All.

Finally, someone finds me. My door squeaks slightly as it’s pushed open, and a boy steps inside. My tears blur my vision, so the figure is hard to make out at first. I brush angrily at the tears, hating to be found like this.

“Hey, hey.” It’s Newt’s voice, soft and gentle. “Hey, you’re okay. You’re okay.”

He gathers me hesitantly into his arms, awkwardly hushing my cries. “It’s okay, you’re okay,” he keeps saying, keeping his voice steady. Eventually, I calm down, wiping the last of my tears away. My breathing is still shaky, though, and my voice trembles when I pull myself away from Newt.

“Thank you,” I say. “Um, I–I’m sorry you had to see that.” I might not remember my old self, or my past, but I was uncomfortable with him seeing me like this. It made me feel vulnerable, too open. I instinctively close myself off from Newt, physically shifting away from him, as I stare at the roughly built wooden floor.

“Are you alright?”

I hesitate, then I slowly shake my head, still avoiding looking at him. It feels wrong for someone to have seen me like that. Seen me looking that weak and pathetic. Crying my eyes out on the floor just because of a little bit of pain.

Well, a lot of pain, but how can you possibly explain that to someone?

“Do you want me to stay?” Newt asks, his tone still gentle and reassuring.

I shake my head again, a lot more firmly this time. “I’m okay. Thanks, but I’ll be okay.”

Newt gets to his feet, but still crouches beside me for a second, lingering.

“I’m fine.” It comes out harsher than I mean it to.

“Alright, okay.” He straightens, lets out a tiny sigh I don’t think I’m supposed to hear, and leaves, quietly shutting the door behind him.

I don’t move from the floor for a while, exactly how long I have no way to tell. The sunlight slowly dims, eventually leaving me in darkness. Still, I remain curled into a ball on the floor, my head aching dully, and my heart aching even worse.

I feel terrible for snapping at Newt like I did, but then I remember the feeling of crying in his arms, feeling stripped bare, my true self laid out for him to see. The memory makes me shiver for some reason.

#newt x reader #maze runner #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #skin condition #i have a skin condition #skin stuff #skincare #short fiction #excema #excema condition #red skin sundrome

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datingisjustforyou · 8 months

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#beauty #dyed hair #skincare #short hair #natural hair #mua #motd #makeup #eyeshadow #fotd

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citarmomentos · 6 months

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fanyajuliana · 4 months

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kissed by the sun

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ihrtyouuuu · 4 months

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updated hair care routine - overprocessed, dry hair

PRE WASH

☆ oil / hair mask - oil your roots with your chosen oils (my fav is rosemary) then dampen your hair and apply a hair mask (I use amika soulfood) and wrap in clingfilm and leave for a minimum of 3 hours

WASH

☆ I have 2 routines during my wash

☆ I shampoo with shea moisture intensive hydration 2x and follow with the matching conditioner and leave for 3+ minutes

☆ or I shampoo with the same shampoo again and skip conditioner and on towel dried hair I apply k18

POST WASH

☆ when I've applied k18 wait 4 minutes before brushing or applying follow up products

☆ I use shea moisture strengthen and restore leave in conditioner

☆ loreal elvive hyaluronic acid serum spray (its in a purple bottle)

☆ olaplex no6 (literally saved my hair the first time I overprocessed it, arguably the most important step) I also apply this every night on dry hair

☆ oil - I use loreal elvive coco oil , its so lightweight and hydrating. I also apply this every night and morning

EXTRAS

☆ I used to wash my hair every day but now it's so damaged I wash every 4 days

☆ even though I have straight/ wavy hair I sleep with a satin bonnet - mine is from cantu. it protects my hair from tugging and knotting when I sleep

☆ although I use heat every wash its still only once a week, even if my hair gets kinked and goes back wavy, I will not reapply until the next wash

☆ I try to not do tight hairstyles and if I do it's usually on the 3rd or 4th day when my hair is super greasy and can handle it

☆ claw clips, 'telephone wire' hair bobbles and silk scrunchies will reduce damage on your hair

I'm still learning how to treat my hair so these are just some tips I've found, hairtok is literally my bestie and I'm prioritising hair health in 2024 and trying new routines to help my hair

love ya!

#girlblogging #glow up #pinterest girl #self care #it girl #pink pilates princess #wellness #skincare #skincare routine #beauty #haircare #hairroutine #hair health #short hair #damaged hair

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curlymeme · 4 months

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curls and sweaters

( the girl in this picture is @aisha.hdv on instagram and pinterest )

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