neutral milk hotel reminding me to name the beauty.berries, coconuts, peppermint rubbed into my skin and hair.
one bathrobe, two slippers, three candles, forethought.
the weightlessness. how does water do that?
clutching my tall blue/brown mug... sweet, rich, warm chocolate sliding down my throat.
wet tresses on my shoulders.
the sound of the bath salts when they hit the bubbles.
i heard and felt the bathbomb disintegrate, and effervescence became an unspeakably attractive option.
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What's that image supposed to be?
a little jar of bath salts resting on a bathbomb.
I clearly have never bathed, so I wouldn't know. Thanks for clarifying.
do you guys have a tub? 'cause i highly recommend it. in any case, please shower or something before we hang out on friday!
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