I like this pixlr photo editor
you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
Shaving. Expectations: wow my skin will be so smooth and I will totally be a kawaii rori desu.
What actually happens: razor burns, ingrown hair, skin becomes dry, cuts, everything stings and I’m pissed off because I know it’s my choice but at the same time I have this childish belief that maybe one day I will find a way to be hairless without going through annoying shit or hairy women will be regarded as beautiful. And it’s stupid.