Not sheep, not seconds, just numbers. Counting in my last waking moments, trying to quantify this time wherein I’m not necessarily here nor there. The highest I’ve gotten is 400. I wonder what happens then.
as they rung me up, the workers at scent bar said my perfume was "chemical warfare" ❤️ "please don't ever wear this to the office," they begged (Thomas Kosmala No 4 Après l'Amour)
any girl can smell good... it takes a special girl to smell weird and bad. i've been wearing lust by lush a lot recently which actually smells good on a lot of people but because of something in my inimitable god-given body chemistry just makes me smell like rotten flowers and pussy
