That awkward moment when you realize that giant scab was fused to your sweaty tights and you probably should have thought about that before you ripped them off after practice. Ouch.
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The books I read, and the things you said, and the fruits I was fed bred the thoughts in my head. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Want to see the Tumblog documenting my unhealthy obsession with painting curse words and little penises on my fingernails? It's over here: Pretty Fucking Fancy Nails
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girlinpassing liked this
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matthewsbean said:
I JUST realized that gunkaliciousness on the sweats was said scab. Lovely, just lovely.
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mylifeintraffic said:
I did that with a band aid yesterday. Hurt like a mother fucker.
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