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Accepting that no matter what, for as long as I live, I will continue to incur small injuries doing kitchen work, perhaps as a payment for the delicious things I make, or because of, like, statistics. Also, I only have waterproof bandaids in my house?

Fragrances I’m enjoying:

• Odeur 53 by Comme des Garcons (banger, the best)
• Odeur 71 by Comme des Garcons (sometimes can feel a bit too sweet, but comforting)
• Blackpepper and Black by Comme des Garcons (both of these I love primarily for their black pepper opening note)
• Portuguese Man o War by Zoologist (the opening note kicks you in the throat and it’s so addicting)

Perfumes I thought I was obsessed with but now am sick of:

It’s a shame that we can only really know if someone had the most perfect stomach or liver once they’re dead. Thinking about bodybuilding again. We can control, to an extent, how much muscle we put on and where. We can also control, to an extent, how much fat we put on (but not where). But if someone ate the most amazing-est diet with optimal hydration and kept their large intestine absolutely pristine, we can’t really pull it out and admire it :( Or if someone fell and broke their shin bone and then got bone spurs growing out of the healed area, if those spurs had a cool structure, we can’t really know without operating (or taking a ton of expensive imaging).

It’s actually so jarring how when I look up and see the moon, it seizes me so wholly and immediately. Like walking home from the train at night and being like, “Wait why is it so bright right now?” and looking up and boom, clear sky, blueish half moon. Even just now, I was just opening my window and there’s this weird luminous presence above me so I look up and boom. Moon. It is so bright and seriously there.