#i smell like Vicks Vapo rub

[kquil]

I am so sick right now... ( ꩜///꩜;) 

can everyone please send their thoughts and prayers and any cute, fluffy james potter x reader fics that can help me through this tough time -- they can be self-promoted fics, I just need my fictional husband (╥﹏╥) 

[paladin--strait]

congrats on 100 followers!!!!!!!!

can i request prompt no. 1 with quinn hughes?

my bedroom is cold despite my sweating body. i'm covered in a blanket, which is exactly what my mom told me not to do if i had a fever when i would get sick as a child.

theres vicks vapo rub on my upper lip right beneath my nose and there's some on my chest too. i hope it'll open up my sinuses but i think i've used it so much these past few days that my nose is now immune to the strong smell of it.

i have a random tv show running on the television and soft ambient music playing in the background. thankfully, i can get my work done from home so i won't be losing any money. this packet of paperwork is taking hours and hours and it feels like it's never going to end.

i groan and throw my head back when i realize i have one more page left. but i gasp in shock when i hear my bedroom door creak open. i look behind me and i see quinn looking at me with a sad smile. "hey baby. i called your name a couple times but i guess you didn't hear me. how are you feeling?" he takes a couple steps forwards and sits beside me on the bed.

"quinn! i'm sick. you shouldn't get near me!" i say, the congestion making my voice sound all funny and nasally. "you have to play tomorrow. what are you doing here anyway?"

"baby, i don't care how sick you are. i'm gonna be here to check on you and take care of you." he tells me with soft and reassuring smile before he puts the back of his hand up to my forehead. "oh my god, you're burning up! you need to get out from under the covers." he grabs at my blanket, slowly pulling it away.

i grab at it quickly. "no! i'm cold!" i put the blanket back on and wrap myself in it. "please don't take my blanket..." i look at him with a soft look, my cheeks flushed red from my fever.

"fine. but please just promise me that you'll go without it later? i have to leave to go to practice later today. i wanna see it off of you when i come back home tonight." he says sternly. i know he means well, but i'm just so cold.

"okay...you sound like my mom right now. she used to tell me the same thing." i say, unwrapping just enough to reach over and shut off my computer after saving my work so far.

"so she's told you the same thing and you still didn't listen?" he says, looking at me with those eyes that make me agree that he's right every time he looks at me with them. "and you're working? i thought you called out? you need to stop and get some rest, my love." he stands, walking over the the other side of the bed and grabbing my laptop before he puts it on my dresser on the opposite side of the bedroom.

i groan out, my shoulders slumping. "but i can't just not do my work, i told them i would!"

"honey, you know i love you, but you look like death right now. i'm sure they'll understand if you don't get it all done." he says, putting his hands on his hips. "when you feel better, i try and help you finish it up. you tell me what to write and i'll type away. hold on, let me go get this medicine for you." he walks out of the bedroom and presumably to the kitchen.

i sit up in bed more when i see him walk in with one of those little measuring cups full of blue liquid and glass of water. "take this, it'll make you feel better."

i whimper and turn my head away from him. i know what that medicine tastes like and i think i'm gonna throw up if it even gets near me. "baby, i love you but don't make me shove this down your throat." i roll my eyes and look back at him. i know he would actually do it, so i hold out my hand to grab the little cup before i pour it into my mouth and swallow it quickly, trying to get rid of the disgusting taste as fast as possible with the cold water.

i cough when i pull the glass of water away from my lips. "there you go...see? that wasn't so bad!" quinn smiles at me as he speaks.

"you're not the one who had to drink it." i fire back, looking at him with slotted eyes.

he gives me a suprised look at my words, grabbing the cup from my hand and taking it into the kitchen to wash it out. i hear the beep of the microwave before he come back into the bedroom. he has a red and white bowl in his hands, the bottom covered with a blue potholder. "you need to eat. it'll help settle your stomach. you told me your stomach was hurting this morning when i called, so i figured you hadn't been eating properly. it's chicken noodle from chick-fil-a, the one you love so much? please eat it."

i smile at him and thank him for the food when he sets it on my lap. i grab the plastic spoon, filling it with soup and bringing it up to my mouth, eating it slowly. "thank you, quinny. can you get me some crackers?"

"babe, i don't think that's the best idea. it won't be good for your throat." he explains, sitting beside me.

"i want to put it in the soup and let the crackers get soggy. that's how i like it..." i say, looking at him softly. quinn hums in understanding and runs to the kitchen to get the crackers, coming back and breaking them up into my soup. "thank you!" i say happily, the congestion still evident in my voice.

quinn sits beside me while i eat, putting on our tv show that we started watching together. he turns off the ambient music and turns the fan on, putting it on the lowest setting. after i finish eating, i snuggle up to quinn, "i'm sorry if i get you sick..." he shakes his head and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

"it's alright honey, i don't care." he smiles and holds me closer to him. "just as long as my baby is okay."

[pyrrhiccomedy]

allowed my wife to pressure me into putting on vicks vapo rub (I am sick). now am sick and also smell like the inside of a toothpaste tube. vicks is a scam. I am being vicksploited. where is my spotlight (2015)

[fruitchouli]

ooooh what did you think of masc ravageur??!?!

i liked the opening when it smelled like shalimar and vicks vapo rub. great medicinal clove note.. it’s sweet sweeter than i expected but it still smells very expensive.. overall good spiced vanilla amber idk if i would wear it tho… NOT in my top malle picks.. but i completely understand the hype and would love to smell it on someone else 🥰smells like a snack. btw frederic if ur listening please email me there’s a few perfumes i need from u.for free

anyways also tried this

and it’s so good expensive chocolate. this one excites me

[synesthete-culture-is]

Um… I was wondering if it was possible to smell sounds? /gen q Bc I was laying in bed listening to sliver by nirvana and all of the sudden my room smelled like Vicks vapo rub… I haven’t used that stuff in like a year and a half so it was very noticeable. But I didn’t see that on the list of different types so I was wondering if it was possible

Essentially any combination of senses is possible. There are probably some we haven't even heard of or observed, and thus they are not on any list of possible types.

[thejazzvoid]

TMA Entity Genshin Impact Alignments Still Pending, But Here Is How Every Currently Playable Character (and Paimon and La Signora)’s (English) Voice Looks, Feels, Smells, And Tastes, Because Magnused Archives Is Hard, But Synesthesia Is Just Kind Of A Thing That I Have.

Aether: Closest to hex code #967510, feels like the way a silicone spatula does on the bottom of a saucepan just as well-stirred milk is about to start boiling in earnest, smells like new sawdust, tastes like the bagel chips in commercial Chex Mix.

Albedo: Closest to #e5d5a6, feels like how I’d imagine being bodily dragged smoothly but at a fair pace across a floor made of whatever’s in those green chalkboards would feel, smells like sandalwood and black pepper, tastes like black tea with half-and-half and sugar steeped for 5 minutes in water that’s not quite hot enough.

Amber: Closest to #0f2bff, feels like the surface of new Thinking Putty (the kind without bits in it), smells like black coffee, tastes like the aftertaste of some kinds of strong ginger ale, almost reminiscent of cherry tomatoes.

Barbara: Closest to #fff48b, feels like a cold, rather heavy metal ball resting on the upturned fingers of one’s left hand resting on a thoroughly sanded but unvarnished wooden table, smells like sour cream, tastes like one of those containers of plain Greek yogurt with blueberry compote at the bottom before you’ve mixed the blueberries into the rest of the yogurt.

Beidou: #8b51ab, feels like pressing down on both sides of your lower jawbone with my thumbs almost until it starts to hurt, smells like old but still unrusted metal, tastes like thyme and lavender.

Bennett: Closest to #ba825e, feels like pine knot smoke in the back of your throat, smells like rust and carrots, tastes like a soy sauce-flavored Top Ramen seasoning packet dissolved in potato soup.

Chongyun: Closest to #8bd2c9, feels like being pushed gently forwards with a flat hand between your shoulderblades, smells like brined straw mushrooms, tastes like cardboard.

Diluc: Closest to #7e5900, feels like the crook of a long-handle umbrella rested against the beginnings of your forehead, the bridge of your nose, and the apple of your cheek, smells like canned iced tea, tastes like stick cinnamon.

Diona: Closest to #dbb5e5, feels like being smacked across the nose with a length of bubble tape, smells like sweetened condensed milk and honeysuckle, tastes like black cherry ice cream.

Eula: #9586c3, feels like a length of exceptionally fine chainmaille being draped around the entirety of your neck, from the top of your spine downwards, smells like raspberry lemonade, tastes like lightly chilled vanilla coffee creamer.

Fischl: Closest to #ff78f3, feels like the split second after sticking a wooden coffee stirrer down your throat as far as it will go before your body realizes just how much the coffee stirrer should not be where it is, smells like Bath & Body Works’ A Thousand Wishes body mist, tastes like canned pears.

Ganyu: Closest to #b8a4ba, feels like a cotton-gloved hand being placed over the center of your face, not particularly lightly but not pressing down either, smells like turmeric and privet flowers, tastes like rose tea.

Hu Tao: #a1c6e7, feels like a wing feather swiped in a shallow V across the back of your neck, smells like mango and almost-evaporated acetone, tastes like raspberry Yakult.

Jean: Closest to #45e12d, feels like a pitcher of room-temperature water being poured onto your collarbone, smells like pear jellybeans and clover, tastes like Mini Wheats.

Kaeya: Closest to #1a8981, feels like pulling a slightly oversized shirt on with just a little too much force, smells like cinnamon orange black tea, tastes like a formerly blue raspberry popsicle stick.

Keqing: Closest to #c3a6d4, feels like dragging your feet in rubber boots through the fastest part of a stream, smells like echinacea and chalk, tastes like pink homemade wedding mints.

Klee: Closest to #dbb46a, feels like a paint-soaked cotton ball thrown at the side of your face, smells like silt loam early morning in mid-May, tastes like Cheerios.

La Signora: Closest to #5b767c, feels like a wooden spoon dragged across the backs of your fingernails, smells like scratched river rock, tastes like cold chlorinated water.

Lisa: #dfdfdf, feels like a silk scarf tied around you at your upper arms just tightly enough to make moving freely difficult, smells like warm silver, tastes like raspberries.

Lumine: Closest to hex code #aed6cf, feels like when you first apply particularly slippery hand sanitizer, smells like light blue Gatorade, tastes like cashews.

Mona: #c5e391, feels like a sprig of catchweed brushed over the most calloused part of your hands, smells like cherries, tastes like orange honey.

Ningguang: Closest to #7a063b, feels like rolled-up tinfoil between your teeth, smells like dust, tastes like nutmeg.

Noelle: Closest to #dbb27f, feels like a cordial but decisive handshake, the sentiments behind which would have been better suited to a high-five, smells like strawberries, tastes like sunflower seed butter.

Paimon: Closest to hex code #fbcce8, feels like a particularly plush fleece blanket tossed against the left half of your face, smells like strawberry ice cream, tastes like an almost-ripe peach.

Qiqi: #ffffff, feels like the way mile-a-minute leaves prick the backs of your hands, smells like rye flour, tastes like ice and coconut water.

Razor: Closest to hex code #747857, feels like a dishrag, meant more for scrubbing than for comfort, to the forehead, smells like ballpoint pen ink and spicebush leaves, tastes like toasted pumpernickel bread crust.

Rosaria: Closest to #a99aae, feels like putting on a fluffy coat whose sleeves don’t quite cover your hands, smells like cardamom, tastes like chamomile tea.

Sucrose: Closest to hex code #ddeca6, feels like washing your hands, smells like plain buttercream frosting, tastes like avocado.

Tartaglia: #7197d8, feels like the wood grain on a well-aged but well-maintained support column in a hotel lobby, smells like eggshells, tastes like mashed barley and cold iron.

Venti: Closest to #f40a5d, feels like the way your clothes cling to you after the first proper downpour in living memory, smells like violets and Play-Dough, tastes like cherry Kool Aid.

Xiangling: #ecc008, feels like the inside of a corrugated cardboard coffee cup sleeve, smells like honey mustard, tastes like orangeade.

Xiao: Closest to hex code #a9a591, feels like the paper backing to a sheet of sandpaper, smells like mint and ozone, tastes like paper towels.

Xingqiu: #00a9db, feels like a feather shaft splintering between your teeth, smells like Vicks Vapo-Rub and watercolor paints, tastes like glass and nettles.

Xinyan: Closest to #ce5503, feels like riding a bike over a stretch of rounded uneven stones at such a pace that you’re not unsteady, but not quite fast enough to achieve any sort of airtime, smells like tomatoes, tastes like seasoned dry block ramen.

Yanfei: Closest to #eec4a8, feels like someone braiding your hair, gently but faster than one would expect, smells like lemon, tastes like thin cotton yarn.

Zhongli: Closest to hex code #576954, feels like having a large glass ball rolled across the back of your hands through a fleece blanket, smells like new potting soil, honey, and thyme, tastes like Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar, steeped for an appropriately long time and somehow kept at the right temperature for the entirety thereof.

[jellyluchi]

La Squadra x Desi (South Asian) Reader (gender neutral)

A/N: I thought this would be cute and funny since I don’t see a lot of south asian centered content about jojo in general! I hope desi and non-desi jojo fans alike enjoy these hcs and if there’s something about desi culture you’d like to know more about I’d love to answer!

Risotto

- My first thought with him was that he starts wearing a lungi around the house as soon as he finds out what they are

- starts using gamucha for his workouts! they’re really convenient

- Loves to hear you sing in your language! Desi ballad music sounds beautiful to him especially coming from you!

- Is willing to try desi food and will not complain about the curry smell at all, won’t mind that you eat with your hands

- He loves spicy food so he most likely enjoys any curry but especially loves how spicy vindaloo

- willing to watch bollywood movies with you just to spend time together

- If you ask him to learn your language he’ll be happy to, won’t even ask you to learn his unless you really want to

- your family would probably be scared as hell of him and the aunties might talk behind your back but he pays no mind. They eventually like how polite and helpful he is.

- overall, indulges in your culture as much as you want him to! He’d also be happy to share his culture should you be interested

Prosciutto

- He probably asked you to learn Italian so he thinks it’s only fair he learns some of your language as well

- gets suuuper into the cuisine, he loves the beef curry and even though it’s a bit basic he loves biriyani lol (especially kacchi! the beef is so tender)

- gets into desi hair oils lol

- might judge you just a bit at first when you eat with your hands but not for long

- he loves classic noir films and that means in any language so he’d enjoy bengali noir but not much bollywood

- complains that curry stained his finger nails yellow lol also might complain about the house smelling like curry too so he makes sure there’s a lot of ventilation

- like to learn desi recipes with you! finds the flavors intriguing and may even help you cook your fav desi food

- fits in with you family the most out of them all, he is THE typical desi auntie already criticizing everything and everyone all the time lol so he’d get along with them fine. They’d like how good he is with house chores and how he always tells you to be responsible. Smokes with the uncles and gets into their heated political debates

- will buy you traditional clothing that you like, probs likes to see you in panjabi, saree whatever you prefer 

- asks you to ask your family about skincare, especially anti aging remedies lmaooo

Pesci

- is actually quite excited to learn your language! in fact, he might bring it up first because he thinks it’s a great bonding activity and he’s intrigued

- lovesss the fish curry dishes the most and wants to learn about fishing culture from your country

- doesn’t mind you eating with your hands and gets you to teach him as well

- loves mishti!! rasgolla, rasmalai, barfi, sandesh, lassi you name it as a milk lover he’d like almost any desi sweets since they’re all made from milk

- doesn’t much understand bollywood and finds it a bit ridiculous but will watch it if you like it

- another person who likes desi ballads, if you sing to him he’ll melt and thinks your voice is the sweetest! is also into just vibing with the music on

- I hate to say it, but aunties will most likely judge him for how he looks : ( but they’ll soon realize he’s actually super sweet and might dote on him. Probably gets intimidated by uncles but it’s alright he gets along with your cousins the best!

- also uses gamucha when working out and uses it during hot days when fishing as well!

Formaggio

- only wants to learn swear words in your language LOL and only teaches you italian swear words

- desi cuisine is pretty good to him but he absolutely LOVES the street food the most

- fuchka, pani puri, chatpati, whatever it is he’ll eat it, the spicier the better. Will challenge you to fuchka eating contest lol

- also likes paneer! hey he’s gonna like cheese in every culture lol

- at last, a person who actually gets into bollywood for real. He loves the drama, comedy, ridiculous action, even the songs!

- gets into bollywood dancing too like literally will go off in the living room dancing to the Dhoom soundtrack with you

- loudly comments when watching bollywood and sometimes enjoys the cheesy romance lmfao

- Your family will know he’s the thug immediately I’m sorry, but my be able to charm them with how much spirit he has when enjoying a good desi function

- another one who smokes with the uncles and also another one who enjoyes wearing lungi at home

- may want to hear your language slip out in bed haha

Melone

- absolutely intrigued by your culture and asks you the most questions about it out of all of them!

- gets into desi astrology lol he probably didn’t know a lot of modern astrology is borrowed from a history of astrology in south asia

- another one who wants to learn how to eat with his hands! He thinks it’s fun and different and likes it better than using utensils

- another person who also likes the sweets! but he gets into desserts like pitha, patishapta, kheer the most

- Also like biriyani quite a lot when it comes to savory food

- doesn’t get into bollywood films but loves the music a whole lot! catch him dancing to saki saki in your living room lol

- another one who also loves traditional wear and thinks you look sexy in it

- gets into desi natural skincare products and remedies, he’s got a bunch of vicks vapo rub and inidian healing clay bottles lmfaoo

- at first your family might get creeped out by him but then finds out his background in biology and immediately asks why didn’t you also become a doctor KJBSDSD chats with the aunties the most!

- asks your grandma and aunties for their skincare secrets

Illuso

- Probably thinks you speaking your language is beautiful and would get into how poetic it is, probably believes it’s a language of love just as much as any European language

- Also likes the spicy food! but mostly loves paratha because of how versatile it is and because it’s like a pastry that you can eat with anything

- might need to get used to eating with hands but eventually likes it more than he realized he would

- actually appreciates bollywood for what it is, genuinely gets into the drama an might even get secretly emotional at the sad stories

- actually has favorite bollywood movies too

- immediately goes to gossip with the aunties they’re surprised at how tall he is but also how much he already knows??

- he’s also polite with your family and they really like his height and compliments him on it that boosts his ego lmfao

- another one that gets into desi hair oils, probably swears by coconut and amla oil now

- also gets into desi fashion himself along with you he genuinely thinks its stylish

Ghiaccio

- demands to know your language and also demands you learn perfect italian, if you’re looking for a linguistic debate buddy in your partner he’s right there

- actually not that partial to desi food and may think italian food is better but he indulges in lentil type dishes (probably like daal makhni a lot)

- yeah he’s another one who would look at you strange for eating with hands but doesn’t mind it eventually when you tell him your culture

- WILL scream at how ridiculous some bollywood films are and how he doesn’t get the humor it’ll get even funnier if you watch desi soap operas and he starts talking about the gfx and sound effects

- but actually loves watching whatever with you because he likes spending time like that

- will listen to you rant in your language without understanding anything but still nod along and agree, you’ll probs do it when he’s ranting in italian lolol

- likes to play desi music out loud when you’re going for a long drive he likes how it creates a serene ambiance it helps him calm down

- yet another gamucha user, he’s skeptical about using it at first but loves how it feels on his skin after a goo workout

- don’t let him hear the aunties gossip he might quip back something rude and absolutely do NOT let him debate with the uncles it’ll turn ugly fast, just try to keep him calm in a desi function lol he might get along with cousins as well!

[sorry I couldn’t add sorbet and gelato i’m not yet sure about their characteristics :( ]

[gabrielitas]

i left my mask next to the vapo-rub and now my mask smells like vicks

[ratbastardthebastardking]

Whats up with men's scents. Its all like, rainforest and testosterone. I mean I like smelling like Vicks vapo rub but I also like smelling like pomegranate and mango. Why is fruit feminine? Its food

[notdeadjack]

i wish one could purchase tiger balm plaster big enough to cover your entire back, I feel like some sort of patch work quilt except every patch is white and aligned poorly.

in other news today I am shrouded in a nice, soothing, minty smell. to promote health.

i'm like a sentient blob of vicks vapo rub, here to make it easier to breathe for everyone who comes across me.

[jongintricacies]

“Five things” tag

tagged by the sweetest girlie @nct-l tysm and ily 💕

I’m sorry this turned out to be so long so I’m tagging people here at the top in case you wanna skim my long-winded answers skdjsjdjsj (ofc feel free to not do it!!): @kyungsooslatinagf @honeybeeloey @88swife @sooing @boyfriend-nini @suavesehun @peachysuho @doyoung @2baekxing @yiikesmin @oddmeu @captain-junmyeon @wimbledons

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

My current bag is my school backpack soooo my planner is in there

My catch-all notebook for projects, meetings, etc

I still have a small tub of Vick’s vapo rub in there from when I was sick like a month ago

Aquaphor for my dry lips sksjsjdjsj I have a bad reaction to Burt’s Bees and EOS lip balms

Crabtree & Evelyn hand cream for my dry hands (my mom found like a 5 or 6-pack of these at TJ Maxx and gave them to me as a gift!!). I took a look and the scent I have rn is “Somerset Meadow” it smells soooo good, like Asian fruit jelly cups! I’m sad bc it’s almost all used up :((( and I think it’s my second to last tube

5 things you’ll find in my room:

A pile of laundry that’s overflowing my basket because our washing machine is STILL broken 😭

My desk chair that’s really just a holder for my handbags/satchels skdjsjdjs

My desk that’s really a glorified night stand, with my jewelry, 2 small white boards, some pens, my collectible button board, a graduation present from my old dance team, 3DS, journal, and Bible!

2 fuzzy blankets and a comforter on my bed

A little two-shelf stand with some picture frames, memorabilia, and my 4 Funko Pops!

5 of my favorite things:

BOBA!!!!!!!!!!!! Or like. Milk and fruit teas lol not necessarily the tapioca itself.

Hot Cheetos (con limon ESPECIALLY)

Spotify sksjsjsjs I love love LOVE finding new music and it makes it so easy!

Soft, fluffy/fuzzy blankets

Memes 🤠

5 things I’m into right now:

Making smoothies ;;;;;;;; not to be an OC mom but I love making smoothies in the morning 😋 shoutout to Target for having huge bags of mixed frozen fruit!

AGAIN not to sound like an OC mom, but I’ve recently begun taking barre fitness classes at my school’s gym! I’m trying to be healthier bc I can literally.......feel my body deteriorating after going from being very active and dancing almost every day to doing nothing 🙃

Idk if I’m “into this” as like, a choice, but I’ve been looking into what dairy alternatives are good since milk gives me weird tummy issues sometimes skdjsjdjs. I’ve tried cashew and oat milk so far!

Im Changkyun skdjsjdjs like literally he’s been on my mind all day since he announced that he’s dropping his mixtape this week

BDG’s perfect Pokérap presented at PAX East

5 things on my to-do list:

Get research meeting minutes set up for my 8AM conference call tomorrow.............I’ll do that when I get up in the morning lmao

Run analyses for my thesis skdjsjdjsjdjs

Start on the PowerPoint......for my thesis.........

Look at grocery sales because I’m actually out of frozen fruit for my bougie smoothies 😅

Grade my students’ papers! Only 73-ish of them so maybe I’ll get them done tomorrow while I’m on campus 💃🏻

[fruitchouli]

ok after testing bubblegum chic (now sold as jasmine OD) i have complex thoughts. it is a beautiful big white floral but rather than going warm and bosomous like fracas and carnal flower it’s icy and really leans into the vicks vapo rub mentholated aspect of tuberose. but its also very sweet bubblegummy banana tuberose. but the overall effect is like wearing michael by michael kors with tiger balm. i think it smells more brunette than blonde and she has a bitchy aura. like liz gillies of victorious fame. i think that might be how i can make the ugly black bottle make sense with this big tuberose scent bc maybe the bitchy brunette i have in mind wouldn’t like it if it came in a pink bottle. but at the end of the day if i was splurging on a menthol tuberose i would go for lutens tuberuese criminelle. and when i want a silly sweet banana tuberose i reach for michael kors or the original kim k by kim k. so. anyways

[amilst]

Plectranthus tomentosa, Succulent Coleus, Vick’s Plant. This is another very unusual and rarely grown herb. The long scientific name comes from the Greek “plektron” meaning “spur” and “anthus” meaning “flower.” “Tomentosa” is Latin for “covered in hairs” or “cushion stuffing.” I really have no idea how either of those terms apply to this plant, although the leaves are a bit fuzzy.

I do know why it is called “Vick’s Plant.” Any guesses?

The leaves are not stiff like most succulents. They are soft and fleshy. The give-a-way is when you smell the leaves. The scent is medicinal, not unpleasant but you wouldn’t want it in your salad or on your steak.

If you boil the leaves, the steam acts like the old over-the-counter decongestant Vicks Vapo Rub. 

[loveletterstothepast]

A letter to past lovers.

Sometimes when we used to talk I’d stop the conversation in my head and play it over and over to memorize it. I can’t say in exact detail what any of your eyes truly look like anymore. How any of your skin feels. What kissing any of you feels like.. but in each moment I’ve ever shared with any of you.. there’s defining moments that hold my heart to you.

My mom used to say that someone she loved a long time ago would whisper to her “Your so far away, where did you go?” And that she’s always held onto it and that’s why she’s always whispered it to us when we would shut down. She said that in every time we love we take something and cherish it. That it’s makes us kinder and makes our hearts more easy to love. She used to be very unkind to me.. and in truth I remember the horrible things she did to the point that I still hear them.. but I hear my mom also telling me she loves me over songs while getting lost out of town on drives. I feel my mom brushing my hair out of my face and telling me that “it’s not worth hiding from” just because I was scared. Or her wiping my tears when horrible things happened that I couldn’t comprehend.. like death.. like when I’d attempt suicide.. how she held me.. how she would help me over the marks and bought my lotion that smells like Vicks Vapo rub that would heal my scars.. what my mom looks like in the lights hearing her favorite band play in concert.. what she’s looks like when she’s high. I remember her horrible voice screaming unholy things at a young me.. but I also recognize her for the amount of love she held in her heart and that she’s given me those reasons to remember.

So.. I love the way water sounds slapping earth. I remember your voice singing while playing the ukulele. I remember us skateboarding to the park and laying on the black top and seeing shooting stars together and hugging like children lost in the world. I remember what you sound like when you sleep.. I remember how you smell and when it’s in the air I don’t look for you because you always said that you were temporary and no one should ever search for lost love again. I remember you because I loved you during summer.. when I got to have it and hold it.. I remember your voice when you sang and cried.. how broken it sounded. And I worry about your health all the time but I told you many times.. that I don’t ever want you back in my life.

Snow is the best blanket even if it’s freezing. I can’t look at the clouds and not wonder where you are. Your smile is stuck in my head. When I think of your laugher I remember your head bobbing. I loved the way you touched my skin.. how you craved it. How you smelled my hair and said I was weird for noticing. How you looked in the sun.. how you look when your passionate about something.. what you looked like playing the cello.. how long your fingers are. How long your eyelashes are. What it felt like to hug you. How we abandoned all hope and jumped into small ponds together. What it was like to hold you close to me. Water fights.. running through sprinklers..

I know how warm autumn can truly be because of you and how cold summer can feel. How we were bound by tension that kept us together. I know what it’s like to hold your head in your weakest moments. What you look like driving while dancing. How your breath feels on my cheek. How cleaning your glasses made me laugh. What it was like to watch you dance while we worked. Your laughter booms and echoes.. how your voice carries. How large your hands are and how you held me. What you look like at night.. stolen moments no one else’s got to see.. moments no one else will value but me.. but many great women will see.. because you are forgiving in love.. and it’s cruel of you to accept the things they do to you.. it’s taunting to know that we never were official but I loved you.. how I worry for where you will go.. and how your throwing your life away.. and how smart you are..

Your voice on the phone late at night whispering about your day.. singing soft songs because you don’t know how to talk to girls without being awkward. Your silly face. You yelling at your family and then blushing when you see me. Showing me your dog and telling her that I’m her new mommy. Me sending you gifts because although we’re friends now.. I’ve always wanted to give you parts of my life.. because I felt I owed it to you. Hearing you scream in the phone in the morning telling me to wake up and get ready for school.. long distance but I’d have gone the distance for you.

You glow in the morning. Your eyes won’t open but you glow when the sun kisses your skin. Your lips break into a smile.. and your arms grab for the nearest thing. You laugh in the morning when your in love. You cook crazy but it’s always delicious.. your hair is a mess.. it’s always a mess and I would always run my fingers through it. You look good wearing my favorite color. You smile so bright that the sun is jealous and the moon hides. You are a ray of light that fell from heaven when you are happy. You dance so gracefully.. you laugh so hard with your eyes closed. You hold your stomach and wipe fake tears away and it’s amusing. Your skin turns blue and into ice when your in a fit. And somehow you were even handsome and gracious in those. You always make yourself comfortable even when your told not to. You hear no and turn it into yes in a non-hurtful way. Your kisses are butterflies wings touching every part of skin. You grow horns at night though.. you can be kind but you are evil when the jig is up.. your anger has no bounds.. no limits... you are a rose.. full of thorns and you hurt. All you do is hurt. Even when you love, it hurts.

You smile at everything. You look at the floor bashfully and it’s the most precious thing ever. When I used to cry your hands would touch my face so gently that I understand that men can be kind.. men can be kind.. you push your glasses up every five seconds. You hide.. you run awkwardly and you hide. Your passions are strong and beautiful but you refuse to show anyone that part of you. Blessed if we see it. Cursed to always remember the excitement and never see it again.. you have no talents other than basic schooling.. it’s cute.. your dedicated you your future.. but you plan it based around temporary people and your tears.. your tears break souls.. when you whisper you sound like a sinner even if talking about normal things. Everything feels like it’s secret.. like I can’t share any of it with anyone in fear that they’ll hurt you with the beautiful heart you hide. Your precious when you sing but you always miss the words and then you laugh and feel bashful. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.. when you look at me when I cry.. your heart is in your eyes and you know exactly what I feel.. and you never hold it against me. And you never tell me that you are familiar with the horrid feelings.

But the more I realize that I remember each and every one of you.. and all your beautiful blessed moments.. the moments I hold on.. without sharing the words you’ve said to me.. I know that I’m wrong and so is my mom. I don’t think holding on to any part of any of you has made me kinder. If it has it doesn’t show. I love each and every one of you with the innocence I loved you with in the past but moving on was hard.. and I’ve replaced corny moments more than once. Enough to know that guys watch sappy rom coms and know.. know exactly what girls what to hear.. and maybe we are all the same.. and that somehow makes me think that the value of those memorized moments.. are unimportant. I think about how no one had the stars as I had them when I was loving each of you in those moments but as I grow I realize that... somewhere out there someone saw the same stars and thought the same thing.. so instead of passing off what I’ve seen and done.. I appreciate it. I’ll love again and again until the world stops or until my soul turns to atoms. I’ll hold on to love as I did when I was younger.. except this time.. I want him forever.

Forever is such a long time.. but a forever with him would be beautiful... a forever with him would be kind and stubborn and sleepy... it would be full of support and love.. and no defining moments because every part of him... is golden. Every part of him is fantastic. So this is a goodbye to those moments that I cherished so much. It’s time to be happy in the present.

[lawschoolruinedme]

Any tips on dealing with debilitating menstrual cramps in law school? I’ve missed classes at least three times this semester because of them. But I don’t think it’s possible to report (especially without a diagnosis) to my school that I would appreciate more absence days because my uterus hates me.

1) Buy the comfiest fucking pants you can and let those be your “if anyone asks I’ll tell them flat out my uterine lining has decided to abandon ship and they can go fuck themselves if they dont like it” pants 

2) Buy the good drugs. The ones that are specifically for relieving inflammation and pain. I don’t care if the box has stupid flowers on it. Buy them. Use them. (I used Robax because usually my cramps aggravated my scoliosis, but you use what’s right for you)

3) Heat pads. You know those sticky ones that smell like someone doused you in vicks vapo-rub? Yeah those fuckers. But trust me, it’s better than nothing. 

4) Lower your caffeine intake for those days and drink peppermint tea (no seriously - peppermint alleviates some common period symptoms dramatically). 

[yourbeautifulghosts]

so day 4 of me having this godforsaken spell of tonsilitis and my chest and back are KILLING me because of all the coughing. i’m doped up on medicine and i smell like a walking vick’s vapo rub jar so i have things queued, but please not things are going to be slow for a while.