Wednesday, December 17


Everytime I blink, I feel like a thousand little bees are stinging me. Those little bastards.

The price to pay for vanity. D:

(To those in the unknown, I lasered off some milia seeds near my eyes, & now they're SLOWLY healing, which explains the scabbing, which is damn bloody ugly & making me sad & gosh, the pain whenever I squeeze my eyes shut!)

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