Das Seifensäckchen wird aus Frottee hergestellt. Es ist praktisch, wenn du von Flüssigseife auf feste Seife umstellst beim Duschen und begleitet dich und deine Seife auf Reisen.
So bleibt die Seife gut verpackt und die Waschtasche bleibt trocken.
Jedes Säckchen ist ein Unikat und hat sein eigenes Format.
Waschbar bei 60° C, Tumbler geeignet.
7.-/stk ohne seife
New passion...dark choclate with cranberries and a bit of cayennepepper. . #chocolate #darkchocolate #cranberries #darkness #sweetness #foodporn #choclateporn #selfmade #swisschoclate (hier: Sandro Infanti designs) https://www.instagram.com/p/CN1_7HNLnrz/?igshid=bfaukaevsjw
Do you guys ever just wish you could fast forward time? I have so many things planned for this next year, that I kind of wish it was that time already. I have made the conscience decision to move closer to the West Coast after this lease is up. I have 10 months to save my ass off, so that I can be closer to my son. For those of you who don't know, I was born and raised in California. One year ago, I moved to Texas, as a way to get myself afloat. Pay bills on time, pay off debts, and save money. This was something that felt damn near impossible to do in California as a single mom. My roommates at the time, now best friends, already had the plan to make their way to Texas. So I thought, why not join them? This is a great opportunity for me to get myself in a good place financially. The sacrifice was being away from my son, and to be honest - it's the hardest thing I have ever done. I still stand by my decision, as I truly believe it was the best thing for me at the time. But, things do change. I thought to myself, how can I be more involved in my son's life, like I was before I left California? How can I see him more often, without having to spend money on flights and car rentals several times throughout the year? Well, why not get as close to California's state line as I can? Nevada and Arizona are both places where I can afford to live by myself, and the drive to see my son is anywhere from 4-5 hours. This is extremely realistic. I've made the first step in telling my roommates/best friends, that this is something that I want and need to do - they're beyond supportive by the way. Once my raise at work goes into affect, I can rework my budget, and start buckling down even more on my finances. I have a goal for how much I want saved by this time next year, and have already started researching different places. Though I'll likely make trips out to both states to get a feel for where I want to move. The hardest part of this whole thing, is the wait. While I will miss my friends here, I can't wait to be closer to my son.
2 months down, 10 to go!
„Danke für die Vertrauensprobleme, die ich jetzt wegen dir habe.“
What if I want to stay but the world wants me to go?
Du warst ein bisschen wie mein Lieblingssong, wollte deine Stimme immer wieder hören.
【 #11 】
I don't know if I'm the only one.
It was as if my world was turning upside down.
Everything about myself has changed.
This is so strange.
I wasn't like this before.
I don't think it's me anymore.
I can't think of anything.
I can't feel anything.
CRY CRY CRY
[🇩🇪/🇬🇧] Welches Pokémon sollte auch anderes nach Psiana kommen als Nachtara! Hier muss ich allerdings sagen, dass ich ein wenig Probleme mit den Augen hatte. Das rote Filz hat sich anders verhalten als die restlichen Farben und i h musste einen kleinen Kampf austragen! . . . What other Pokémon should come after Espeon than Umbreon! Here, however, I have to say that I had a little trouble with the eyes. The red felt behaved differently from the rest of the colours and I had to fight a little battle! . . . Pattern by @shea.crochet Wool by @hobbii_yarn #crochet #häkeln #handmade #knitting #crocheting #crochetlove #amigurumi #crochetersofinstagram #gaming #crochetaddict #yarn #instacrochet #beautiful #hobbiishoutout #instagram #madewithlove #crochetgirlgang #selfmade #fashion #knit #art #photooftheday #instagurumi #handmadewithlove #instagood #lovecrafts #pokemon #nintendo (hier: Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNznqoFLcWD/?igshid=obbrc66w7yho
a/n: no idea what to title this - its just a shortie that makes me wish i was heather...
genre: fluff + angst
You were 15 when you and Suna Rintarō exchanged words for the first time. You knew who he was (he was hard to miss), but you were hardly acquaintances. Up until that point, you’d only seen him around school or in the candy aisle of your local store.
It was a chilly morning in early spring when he first spoke to you. He had offered you his sweater without hesitation and you stubbornly declined. You already felt like an idiot for being so underdressed, especially since frost still embroidered the windows when you left home.
“Take it,” he insisted, nearly forcing the sweater into your hands. Your apprehension was met with indifference and you finally relented. The way his eyes narrowed felt like a non-verbal scolding and you hated how it worked.
The sweater was massive, almost swallowing you whole and weighed heavily on your shoulders. You could tell he’d worn it only a handful of times; the bright sports logo looked brand-new and the faint smell of teenage boy mixed with fresh laundry hung onto the fabric.
“Looks better on you than me anyways,” he had said and you knew he was lying. You muttered something about how you didn’t know how to thank him and he simply brushed you off with an eyeroll and a lazy smile.
After that, you suddenly you became partners in crime. Pulling pranks on classmates, sharing homework and sending each other stupid videos at 2 am. His mother adored you and you grew close with his sister. It was hard to pinpoint what exactly drew you to each other, but the connection always felt intensely magnetic.
You were one of the first people Suna told about finally getting scouted. He’d been working his ass off for years and he deserved every bit of success. As honored and as excited you were, you couldn’t ignore the heavy ache that began to swell in your chest. All you could do was congratulate him and pull him into a tight hug while forcing back tears.
“Nothing’s gonna change,” he promised, as though he read your mind. All you could do was cling to him tighter and ask him why.
“My sister’s been begging to see you again, dummy.”
You could tell by the fondness in his voice that he was lying. You didn’t say anything else. He knew that you knew and he was alright with that. Despite your best efforts, communication eventually died down. Every now and again you’d hear from him, but it felt like the distance wasn’t purely physical anymore.
Things changed again once you were 18. Suna called you at midnight and you answered, expecting the worst. He had always hated making phone calls. Through his excited flurry or words, you managed to make out that he’d finally gotten his driver’s license. He begged to take you out for a ride and it didn’t take much convincing for you to agree. It was hard to say no when you heard him smile through the phone.
This quickly became somewhat of a ritual for the both of you and it felt like old times. Your favorite part was watching the stars on the roof of his car. You remembered how he’d pull out his sweater – now with the logo peeling off and stitches coming loose – from the backseat and spread it out like a blanket. You’d always comment how pretty the sky looked, oblivious to how he was looking at you every time he agreed. None of it could have been a coincidence, right?
Not with how your face fit perfectly in the crook of his neck.
Or how his hands fit snugly with yours.
Or how your heartbeats matched when he pulled you closer.
Or how he finally felt heard even when he said nothing at all.
You knew it wasn’t a coincidence when he pressed his lips against yours, whispering that he wished “he could have someone like you,” – but it felt like a dream.
At 24 you saw his sweater make another final appearance. By now, the sweater was really starting to show its age. The printed logo had completely worn off, leaving only a dark spot from where the sun hadn’t bleached the fabric. It carried a couple more stains since the last time you saw it, and the sleeves had some new holes. To be honest, it looked like it had survived an apocalypse or two.
Suna didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he looked really happy. You could tell by how his eyes crinkled as he tried to hide his smile or how they twinkled when you caught him stealing sneaky glances. It was how his blush would expose him even when his face was completely deadpan. You knew he was happy because it’s how he used to look at you.
You loved that sweater but hated it on her.
You hated knowing that he probably told her she “looked better in his clothes,” and that he was telling the truth when he said that. You hated it, because you secretly thought so too.
You hated that sweater, but damn – you wished it was on you.
Ich weiß, man tut und macht' Alles für die Person, hilft wo man kann und was ist der Dank?
Blockiert zu werden und aus WhatsApp-Gruppen entfernt zu werden. 👌
Writer's block. It's a thing. But when I use this blog as a way to express myself, as a way to dump all of the thoughts going on in my head on paper (so to speak), I shouldn't feel as though I have nothing to say. I know I've been radio silent for the past week, and that wasn't intentional. I have been so consumed with work, handling some things in my personal life, and sleep. Lots and lots of sleep. I have a little selfie retreat that I booked for myself in a couple of weeks though. Got myself an AirBnB about an hour away from home. A chance to disconnect from the world for a few days; reflect on my thoughts and goals, no social media, no phones, no laptop. Just me and my thoughts. I'll be journaling for those 3 days I'm gone and of course will update you as soon as I get back. Hopefully this will help with offloading some stress and will help clear my mind.
I hope all of you lovelies are having a beautiful day <3
Ich bin allein, ungeliebt. Umgeben von Menschen, die mich lieben.
My parody starts at 0:10
[Juice WRLD] Get ready on your mark, get so go. But I'll never be first. You once said I was the one, took it back. And threw me in the dirt. Every time it feels the same. I've lost track. But you still make it worse and. All the texts they still hurt. Left wit opened messages. Now they're all worthless. But seeing all of your words, when I see them in a bunch, it's a different type of hurt. I guess that it's true what they say I'm just cursed. So many twists and turns, fell for the heartbreakers. Taking you was like a drug, "But I took an overdose now I'm seeing her". Said it was something wish it were. All the pain has been dealt and served. Needed real love more not less "Left you a note but you turned it to a chore".
At that point I knew. Accepting the truth. Don't know how to feel. I'm left playing the blues.
Get ready on your mark, get so go. But I'll never be first. You once said I was the one, took it back. Thought this time I had learned. Every time it feels the same. I've lost track. But you still make it worse and. All the texts they still hurt. Left wit opened messages.
I feel pain in large amounts, But still you know nothing about. These memories I can't destroy, above my head form these dark clouds. Remember all the better times, but they're burning out. And forgotten now, cant retrieve them now. Inside my heart I have tried to ban her, jump on over, call me prancer. I put you above while I went downwards. On trial gotta testify against her.
I roam, The past years have shown. I gotta learn to let you go. I’m still feelin cold. I still can't agree; Mountains passed the seas hurt too. you, knew, too.
Get ready on your mark, get so go. But I'll never be first. You once said I was the one, took it back. And threw me in the dirt. Every time it feels the same. I've lost track. But you still make it worse and. All the texts they still hurt. Left wit opened messages.
All these are parodies I’ve all made on youtube, but I’m still trying this “Tumblr” posting thing. - @jadenblue122618
@juicewrld999-blog1 @rap @parodies