#afterwash

[xsadcorebenji]

observations_20230916

still without car in a town rather punitive to those who want to walk

on the lonely walk back i pass by

a parked car filled with belongings

i peek in and see someone sleeping, and can only think to myself what a relatable sight

sometimes wonder was i really better off not being in that position

but the lonesome confines of the car far and nowhere breeds monotony and in the depravity of the mundane stillness of time passing, a swelling sadness

on the wander back was a field and i wanted to lay down for a moment just to breathe the air that surrounds

yet all the signs that surround that scream

"private property" a harsh reminder that so many people would cast away their own agency for false security

comfortable convenience

on the pathway back, thought of my friend last night who drove me home, and his attempts to drive back several different ways back to break up routine

always fascinated by the habits of people who served wartime, as they seem to exhibit the same loneliness i do

the same cravings of breaks in routine

and the harrowing experience of abandon and the solitude and the waiting,

broke apart by a series of hyperactive intense moments only to be shoved back into a lazy calm, and an exhaust between the rapid shifts

was joined in the last bit back by a neighbor, we spoke a bit about nothing in particular and i welcomed the temporary companion

then wondered about how temporary and brief are all moments of cammaderies, companionship and otherwise

the harrowing taste of "nothing contains meaning"

well then why echo anything that gives the conscious being the emotion that they're "disposable"

everyone is "replaceable"

maddening aftertaste of a commodity culture

neighbor breaks asks if i understood his english and it was well spoken, but could only imagine the impatience he must've experienced from others to even ask

prior to writing this on the concept of writing i contemplated how rupi kaur really stained the taste of poetics on the tongues of many

and even then nothing feels more contrived than wax poetics which spells misery

as this was my solace prior to all these strangers invading my space and making a mockery of it

i write to conversate and connect

when you read my words do you feel anything at all?

do you feel close to me?

do you feel this all just a farce?

i miss the soft taste of spitting out my musings in an ethos without expecting echo just to be discovered and cherished by another

but now everytime i talk it feels like i am trapped in a shipwreck in a bottle

the pieces are all here

and it's easy to repair

but no one would dare

do words drink hallucinitory as

absinthe

in a vial so vile

with the afterwash of bile?

poetry demysterified and everyone can shitstain the airways with their clumsy words

and if any fury nestled in me

is watching those words get lauded over mine

and how dare you tell me to self-love

yet when i desire the same, you'd call me arrogant

then what should i do of invaded spaces?

i wonder if my words ever reached you

and i wonder if you felt like they meant anything at all

your perception of me is very subjective

and all i have is the mirror and my own perception of me.

a hall of mirrors in a solitude that rhymes to the beat of punitive solitary confinement

the prison panopticon must be everywhere then

well i just wanted the bittersweet taste of the unadulterated joy

that comes from shared hearts

could you carry me in two chambers of your heart?

and should i settle for half-hearted when no-hearted speaks abundant

all the therapy speak makes it feel like the half hearts are "healthy"

is it a miserable estate when i want to settled for three fourths your heart?

to health and other glass vases

[diphex]

Wall Mounted Skin and Eye Wash Station

Description:

Complete kit for chemical decontamination / emergency first aid following a small chemical splash. Ideal kit for internal areas on sites. For external areas where there is a risk of freezing please see LMPEGF.DAS.

Kit consists of a wall mounted cabinet with a door for dust protection and contain:

2 x LPMD - Mural eye wash bottles (500ml)

1 x LOA - Afterwash II (200ml)

1 x MINI DAP - Skin Spray (200ml)

Each mural eye wash bottle is sufficient to decontaminate 1 eye.

The MINI DAP spray is sufficient to decontaminate 9% TBSA eg thigh, half a torso.

The LOA - Afterwash can be used to relieve any dry eye symptoms after the decontamination has been completed.

[medeafurens]

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[crosstreck315]

I love #afterwash by @chemicalguys it really makes drying the car off super easy with no streaks or water spots any streaks on the glass wipe off easy with a dry microfiber. Maybe next time I wash the car I will have to do a video of how easy it is. . #watermelonsnowfoam #afterwash . . #2018 @subaru_usa #crosstrek #limited #subielove #subielife #subienation #subieculture #crosstreklove #crosstreklife #crosstreknation #crosstrekculture #stickerlife #cnysubies #empirestatesubies #xv #xvlife #xvculture #sunshineorange #tangerine #orange #otto #ottotheorangesubie #otos #offroad #goanywhere (at Fayetteville, New York)

[its-big-rick-son]

She sure is shiny 🥰 I need to just do a cutting wax to get rid of some cloudiness, hard water spots, and soap spots, but other than that the wash came out great, so my next step is doing that paint correction and it should be squeaky clean for a while. Hell yeah. @sca_performance @chevrolet #chevrolet #silverado #1500 #scaperformance #blackwidow #blackwidowedition #lifted #truck #black #clean #afterwash #needspaintcorrection #gonnafigureitout (at Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CF7xy8vguyw/?igshid=abiuc0tjnoc5

[kakatoby]

洗完自然乾就係咁～ #afterwash #drynaturally #hair #cut #haircut #wanttodyemyhair

[sushantprateek]

#hostal #old #memories #picoftheday #bowls #window #MBA #afterwash https://www.instagram.com/p/Bth4F22FsUR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1to3om0ly71oq

[danviers]

subtle smut starters.

@reignthem​​ asked:   ❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

Lying lithely against a swathe of worn - soft cotton and plush pillows, the rumpled swathe of bedding loosened and messily strewn aside in the midst of a hasty shedding of clothing,  Alex let loose a thready breath — a sound of assent that rose from the kiss marked hollow of her throat.

When she gathered the strength to meet Sam’s gaze from where she’d nestled in the cradle of her thighs and bent knees, it was with a glance blown midnight - dark with waxing intrigue, with anticipation, with a shiver set against the heat of Sam’s breath dancing against her skin;  Everything that seemed poised to oppose the contrasting tug of freshly set stitches underneath the bandage in place around her upper arm, and the bruising scattered up the rungs of her ribcage.

Everything that grounded her in the trifecta of her girlfriend’s painless touch, in her sweat - sweet taste and the toe - curling assurance murmured against the inside of her thigh.

“ You’ve been taking care of me all night, ”  came Alex’s counter, without any protest in the heady undercurrent of her riposte:  Nothing but the studious draw of her fingertips along the hinge of Sam’s jaw and the steadying, shifting dig of her heel in the disheveled crumple of disarranged sheets.

That much was true.  Where the day she’d left behind had left its mark in violet swatches and fading aches, no thanks to the unruly prisoner she’d brought in,  Sam’s deliberate succession of friction - fraught touches and lazy kisses blossomed a healing fire in their wake:  A stoked spark of unfettered want that the first afterwash of climax to have settled in her extremities that night hadn’t quite sated.  “ But — I’m not complaining. ”

[chanellulu]

Cu cu... Good morning #mashaeorso #mashaandbear #mashaandthebear #newlook #happyness #happy #life #lifestyle #love #vogue #style #girls #mybaby #afterwashing #washingday #happyme #eyewear #glasses #occhiali #me #gucci #guccijackie #guccibag #guccibags #guccihandbag #guccipurse #gucciclutch #gucciclutches #guccihandbags #guccipurse #jackieobag

[bluepenguinstories]

Morning Routine

Floss my teeth with razor wire wonder why my gums are bleeding. Never mind it, there is hot coffee spilled all over my work shirt. That spout never worked the way it should. I never replaced it, as intended. Drinking coffee after cleaning teeth and I'm awake in the morning.

Alarm goes off, I've been awake for an hour. I let it blare on, I love this song. Can I annoy myself with joy? I don't like asking myself questions but it's become a force of habit. If I take a shower, I'll have thoughts but it's the afterwash thoughts that really hit. Somehow my brain just gets me even if I don't quite understand it, myself.

The sun is shining, or it's raining. Either way, I came unprepared. My name tag at home. Magnetic. Constant fear of wiping my computer with my name tag. Rain jacket rarely gets its use even though it rains constantly. Morning's mostly spent indoors but I would like to live once before the afternoon comes.

[diphex]

Transportable Skin and Eye Wash Emergency First Aid Station

Description:

A complete mobile kit for decontamination/emergency first aid following a splash of Hydrofluoric Acid or its derivatives.

Mobile cabinet with door for dust protection containing:1 x DAPF - Portable Shower (5l)

2 x LPMF - Mural eye wash bottles (500ml)1 x LOA - Afterwash II (200ml)

2 x Calcium Gluconate Gel (40g tube)

The DAPF makes it possible to decontaminate one person from head to toe.

Each LPMF bottle is sufficient to decontaminate 1 eye.

The Afterwash can be used to relieve any dry eye symptoms after the decontamination has been completed

[hsrm]

Civic Type R 😍 #car #typer #civic #honda #afterwash #va #virginia #brembo #picoftheday #picoftheweek #photooftheday #photooftheweek #iphonex #iphoneography #hugosergio (at Sparkle Carwash & Detail)

[crosstreck315]

I love #afterwash by @chemicalguys it really makes drying the car off super easy with no streaks or water spots any streaks on the glass wipe off easy with a dry microfiber. Maybe next time I wash the car I will have to do a video of how easy it is. . #watermelonsnowfoam #afterwash . . #2018 @subaru_usa #crosstrek #limited #subielove #subielife #subienation #subieculture #crosstreklove #crosstreklife #crosstreknation #crosstrekculture #stickerlife #cnysubies #empirestatesubies #xv #xvlife #xvculture #sunshineorange #tangerine #orange #otto #ottotheorangesubie #otos #offroad #goanywhere (at Fayetteville, New York)

[toxz111]

Shhhhh ! Winter is Coming. #bajaj #dominar400 #mobilephotography #afterwash #got #bikersofindia #bikersofinstagram #india (at Siliguri)

[askjamessirius]

Your hair longs stringy, greasy, and thin. You might want to wash it less, or apply some sort of afterwash conditioner

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(OOC: I appreciate the attempt at giving me advice, but this was kinda a shitty way to try and help... I’m still learning how to care for short/permed hair but I don’t think I’m doing that poorly with it 😂)

[hawkeyebabe]

Precision Cut Strings

Day 6 of FMA Angst Week --- Deception

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You can be whoever you wish to be, little one…

That which you set your mind to, I have no doubt, will become yours…

It was a farce, the little one thought later when the voice became only the echo of a memory. When the honey drip of the words had long crusted to stone.

The strength I see in you, and how bright those eyes are...she laughed. You are something special. Something remarkable, something original and true, you are…

The little one stared with a furrowed, statue brow, at her own very hands. Each knuckle a sin, every raised vein a conductor of transgression, twined nerves and tissue and muscle a question of who grasps their reins.

Am I, mother?

Oh, sweetheart, yes.

The days, every one of them, were a basin, filling, flooding, drowning, destroying, perpetuating the illusion of a desire to float despite the constant crashing waves of afterwash and debris. Relentless, each crest rose, it fell, it sunk feet deeper into the mud and then it came back up and it enveloped again in an unending chorus of scratchy cries and gasping breath.

That which was good, how few things there could be, was supposed to remain so, isn’t that true?

The beauty of honey drip words, something original and true, you are, should have remained shadow-boxed in safety, in purity, encapsulated in a hope reserved for little.

But the cracked, dried remains of that honey was what is was; ugly, unusable, and a fabrication of the form it once held.

Mother, how do you know?

Because, little one, I am the one who made you and I simply know. I’ve lived longer than you, see! Look at my face. I’ve known many little girls, many little boys, and not one of them, starlight, has the vibrancy I see radiate in you. Wonderful, astounding things you will do. You are the good in this world.

But mother, she cried, you told me never to lie. Mother you told me never to lie. You told me you would never lie to me, Mother, and you have lied to me…!

She falls to the floor, the collapse deaf and blind to her and she to it.

How can I be, when I look just like every other uniformed puppet beyond those walls. When my strings are plucked by hands red with graves, and I cannot discern who is behind the curtain? Mother, tell me, is it me? The manipulator, they above, behind, below me, translating my actions and forcing my hand, mother, is it me? Because you said to me, you promised me, that I was something noteworthy and exceptional, something whole and deserving, and if I pull back that curtain and witness the tips of my fingers exploiting the worst things of me, Mother, I will have no choice but to call you a liar and you too will sink in the mud until the remnants of your light are so filled with water I see nothing. And you will join the flood as it drowns me.

A large piece of the mirror layed six inches in front of her. Something whispers to her shouldn’t this be hanging…

Her red grave hands lift it so a strained, vile mahogany eye reflects in its posture and she nearly drops it in shock because that eye cannot belong to her. Hollow, vacant, the bits she understood ought to have been white are instead red: it is the eye of the puppeteer. The fingers grasping the sharp edges of the glass are the fingers of the manipulator. The blood running down her thumb, dripping, plunking to the tile, identical to the blood creviced on the remnants of the mirror on the wall, ran before through the veins of the controller. She feels the familiar pluck of the strings tied to her joints, and the mirror clatters hideously to the floor.

In the reflection of that piece of glass, she saw no curtain. No protective lining that could have saved her from herself. Nothing to prove that something else, someone else -- please -- could be at play, it wasn’t just me, it isn’t my fault;

But in the reflection she saw only herself.

You lied to me.