don’t ◕‿◕ give ◕‿◕ band ◕‿◕ members ◕‿◕ your ◕‿◕ razors ◕‿◕ you ◕‿◕ used ◕‿◕ for ◕‿◕ self-harming ◕‿◕ it’s ◕‿◕ really ◕‿◕ fucking ◕‿◕ uncomfortable ◕‿◕ for ◕‿◕ them
What if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
plucking your eyebrows is legitimately very stressful because you pull out one wrong hair and it’s game over