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#2 Pencil Perfume Oil
$27.00
#2 Pencil Perfume Oil
$27.00
After the pandemic hit, Lilith started doing almost-nightly horror looks. I think that it’s one of the ways that she’s processing the strain of everything that’s going on in the world, on top of being a new way to express her creativity.
When the shelter in place began, Lilith started showing up to some of her online classes covered in gore. Every day, I was on tenterhooks waiting for an email from one of her teachers asking why Lilith was showing up to class looking like something from a Troma flick. Lilith started 7th grade this year at a new middle school, and one of the first projects in her science class this semester involved her sending a photo of herself to her teacher. Of course, she sent this one.
Honeycrisp apples, jasmine tea, honeycomb, and cedar shavings.
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Bear Moon Perfume Oil
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