So there I was, being a well-functioning blogger and preparing my posts in advance when suddenly I had bought half of the stuff in my collage before March had even started. Sorry, not sorry. I promise I'm a responsible adult. Sometimes.
This year's birthday wishlist is surprisingly heavy on beauty products. Having a full-time job in winter has made me realise that there is more to life than
just clothing and books, more specifically products that make my slowly decaying skin hurt slightly less. I can fully recommend the popcorn lip scrub, by the way. 10/10 would eat again.
Do you guys prefer getting useful gifts or do you tend to ask for things that are actually fun? I don't think I could handle getting a pair of socks on my birthday. I'd probably cry. Unless they were really, really cool socks, in which case I'd still cry but for different reasons.
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