Chapstick

I've grown to really hate the taste of chapstick. It can be the nicest flavour in the entire world, and yet it will always have that sweet tang that makes you want to gag and yet also buy some candyfloss.

I just wiped of the last traces of cherry off of my lips, I can't deal with it. Me and lipwear are extremely temperamental- partly because of the whole taste fiasco, but also because of the way that it makes my lips feel: dampened down, trapped almost, kind of overwhelmed. I can wear lipgloss probably for about ten minutes before I start wiping the back of my hand over it because it has to come off or I'm going to combust.

But then there's the whole lip dryness. This winter it was bad, my lips were all dry and torn up and disgusting and bleeding all the time so I had to wear lip balm every now and then so that they didn't just fall off all together, but honestly I'm more of a naked-lip person.

It's weird though, because however much I dislike wearing chapstick, when I see a flavour I like, I have to get it, even if I'm only going to wear it when my lips are half dead. Example: peanut butter.

It makes my lips look weird, it tastes wrong, but it smells amazing, and I feel super cool just knowing that there's a whole stick of peanut butter lip balm in my bag.

I don't know why I'm blogging about lip moisturising. Strange how sometimes it's the smallest things that nag at you and you just have to get it out

*nods* weird.

I don't even know where I stand with chapstick, even after this whole post. *shudders* Lip wear clearly has powers that surpass even our mind's abilities to distinguish between good and bad.

I guess I just have to shrug, nod, and pat the stash of barely worn lipbalms in my bag.