Sunday, August 18, 2019

skincare routine




 I spend time on my skin at night because it helps me wind down. In the morning I will mostly just moisturize. 

I. I remove my makeup with coconut oil, warm water, and makeup removing wipes.
II. I either cleanse or exfoliate depending on how my skin feels. I cleanse with a Yes To Cucumber facewash right now. Once I run out of it, I will have to find a cruelty free vegan option. If I choose to exfoliate, I use my favorite spiced honey scrub.
III. I use witch hazel to tone my face.
IV. I moisturize with Nivea face cream, and again, I will have to find a vegan alternative when it runs out.
V. I then use castor oil on my eyebrows and eyelashes.
VI. Finally, I put rosehip oil all over my face, but especially on my dry spots.

M.

I am crying for myself tonight






I am crying for myself tonight
like shooting stars from Venus' eyes
bright and beautiful feeling-
sweetly seasoning the empty skies

I am crying for myself tonight
like lightening splitting willow's branch
so shreds my hollow, wooden heart
weeping sap in sticky dance

I am crying for myself tonight
like berries bursting thick, tart sorrow
secret sadness poisons -
and sends me to sleep with
cold blue corpses
'till
  tomorrow.

M.

Thursday, August 8, 2019

from... celtic woman



This song reminds me of my little sister, who I haven't seen since my older sister and I moved out together. I miss her very much, but I know I am setting off to make a better life for myself, and her too. I am counting down the days until I see her and my two younger siblings this Christmas.

M.

impressions: sadly, free.


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misanthrope

“And thus ever by day and night, under the sun and under the stars, climbing the dusty hills and toiling along the weary plains, journeying by land and journeying by sea, coming and going so strangely, to meet and to act and react on one another, move all we restless travellers through the pilgrimage of life.” ― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

M.