I swear that’s not the flesh of my enemies on my face. I’m not a serial killer, I promise.
…Even though it looks like that.
Some days I slap disgusting stuff on my face. Yay!
(Ok, this is really kombucha scoby blended up and used as a face mask, but it really does look like…you know. Skin. So if you like the Hannibal Lecter vibe, you can pretend that’s what it is. Sicko)
My hippie vibes are getting good today. Yoga, working out to clear away the lingerings of SAD (both mentally and physically - stupid depression. I gained 15 pounds. Not good, and not healthy), and clearing my face. Oh, and embroidery and sewing. For my silly projects.