The first time I realized detergent could leave a lingering scent on a person was when I was fourteen and I came to be comforted by m boyfriend’s scent, which was very distinctive. He claimed that he didn’t use any cologne or anything like that and came to the conclusion that it must be a smell coming from his clothes.
The first time I ever really recognized that detergent could have a smell that lingered on a person was when I was fourteen and I had come to accept and know that my boyfriend had a very distinctive scent, even though he swore obstinately that he didn’t use cologne or any other scented thing than deod
Slosh it all over the basin, some cross between tears and fits of anger in your eyes,
wipe down the counter and turn round to smash dishes in the drain board, and know this is your job, and feel guilty cuz *fuck* it’s just one of those things that *are* fair, clearly, but that you don’t seem to have the energy to do… and when your glass is chucked down, and splinters there on the cold tile, you turn and sigh, but you’ve got nothing to blame.
the smell of detergent bothers me at times — it’s not cloying but overly cleaning, pungent like someone popped a bubble inside my nostril or scrubbed it carefully with a toothbrush and left me reeling from how much i could suddenly smell. that’s probably just because we use the unscented stuff, though. sometimes i wish i could dribble some inside my skull and wake up startlingly spotless.
What can I say about detergent? It’s something people use to help clean their clothes. It’s…very helpful? Anyways, we should all thank God for it. Why? Well, he gave us the supplies to help make it so.. there!
The smell of good-scented detergent reminds me of rich people. Maybe this is because only people who can provide the basics for themselves even own and washer and dryer. Maybe it’s because as a child, I remember sniffing all the fancy fragranced detergents at the store and my mom saying that they were overprices. I love the smell.
Money laundering, with the intent of pondering, sleep sonder fonder thoughts they’re gone and on to it. Many things to clean to wash away/ detergent days.
She inhaled deeply. She rose up from the carpet, hands on the tops of her thighs, and announced, “It’s definitely only an old detergent stain. Come smell.”
“No thanks.” Lucas ducked into the bathroom and inspected the discolorations on the walls and ceilings.
“Those are probably NOT urine,” said Tanya behind him.
“Detergent?” I asked, blinking twice at the mess in my arms. “How do I use that?” The boy frowned, explaining what I needed to do. Pour detergent in the bucket of water and wash the clothes.
Detergent. I make my own laundry detergent, and my own fabric softener. They are both super easy and super cheap recipes. We save a lot of money by making them. A five gallon bucket only costs about 4 dollars.
Samantha cringed as strange man on the subway leaned in closer. He smelled like McDonald’s, cheap cigars, and old urine. She froze as his nose grazed her shoulder and then balled her fists, ready to fight her attacker. When she turned her head to face him head on, he flashed a toothless grin. “You smell divine, darling. What is that? Tide or Downy?”
I walked into the store. I hated working late because that just meant I never had time to do laundry. All I needed was detergent. But then I bumped into some guy. He ran off after swiping my bag from my hand. I ran after him in my pajama pants.
Brady uses detergent a lot because since he crab fishes he probably gets dirty and has to use detergent to clean his clothes.so do his parent,so detergent is very important in his family to be able to clean clothes.
brady uses detergent alot because since he crab fishes he probably gets dirty and has to use detergent to clean his clothes.so do his parent,so detergent is very important in his family to be able to clean clothes.
the scent was overwhelming, but i was pretty sure bathing wasn’t even on the menu anyway. That was fine by me, because I had a bad experience as a kid while taking a bath filled with laundry detergent, and as a result formed a deterrent to detergent.
I use detergent to wash my filthy clothes. Detergent smells nice or weird. I love detergent. Detergent has real fruit samples in it. No not really detergent is not awesome enough to do that.
clothes in the washer after i make my pasta. clothes covering my bedroom floor , stains and dirt and muck. must clean it up ultra fresh radiance emitting from the machine down through the airwaves into my nostrils make my hairtingle up like balls of fire being excited by strong gusts of wind and heavy storm of excitement eating at the senses of now and forever slimecum covered towels breaking softness in the tracks of fury. Hardening up like me 10 years ago cumming up a storm eating cheeto puffs digging nails into my teeth
His blood leaked from his fragile being as the dish soap from the plates left untended to glazed over in the sunlight, both dripping, dripping, dripping. There was something different between the bloody figure and the unwashed, soapy plates. One of them was about to be cleaned, the other, forever dirty.
The first time I realized detergent could leave a lingering scent on a person was when I was fourteen and I came to be comforted by m boyfriend’s scent, which was very distinctive. He claimed that he didn’t use any cologne or anything like that and came to the conclusion that it must be a smell coming from his clothes.
The first time I ever really recognized that detergent could have a smell that lingered on a person was when I was fourteen and I had come to accept and know that my boyfriend had a very distinctive scent, even though he swore obstinately that he didn’t use cologne or any other scented thing than deod
Slosh it all over the basin, some cross between tears and fits of anger in your eyes,
wipe down the counter and turn round to smash dishes in the drain board, and know this is your job, and feel guilty cuz *fuck* it’s just one of those things that *are* fair, clearly, but that you don’t seem to have the energy to do… and when your glass is chucked down, and splinters there on the cold tile, you turn and sigh, but you’ve got nothing to blame.
the smell of detergent bothers me at times — it’s not cloying but overly cleaning, pungent like someone popped a bubble inside my nostril or scrubbed it carefully with a toothbrush and left me reeling from how much i could suddenly smell. that’s probably just because we use the unscented stuff, though. sometimes i wish i could dribble some inside my skull and wake up startlingly spotless.
What can I say about detergent? It’s something people use to help clean their clothes. It’s…very helpful? Anyways, we should all thank God for it. Why? Well, he gave us the supplies to help make it so.. there!
The smell of good-scented detergent reminds me of rich people. Maybe this is because only people who can provide the basics for themselves even own and washer and dryer. Maybe it’s because as a child, I remember sniffing all the fancy fragranced detergents at the store and my mom saying that they were overprices. I love the smell.
I wish I didn’t know this, but it is a “make shift” ingredient in napalm.
Money laundering, with the intent of pondering, sleep sonder fonder thoughts they’re gone and on to it. Many things to clean to wash away/ detergent days.
She inhaled deeply. She rose up from the carpet, hands on the tops of her thighs, and announced, “It’s definitely only an old detergent stain. Come smell.”
“No thanks.” Lucas ducked into the bathroom and inspected the discolorations on the walls and ceilings.
“Those are probably NOT urine,” said Tanya behind him.
“Always the optimist.”
“Want me to smell?”
“If it will make your heart tap dance.”
“Detergent?” I asked, blinking twice at the mess in my arms. “How do I use that?” The boy frowned, explaining what I needed to do. Pour detergent in the bucket of water and wash the clothes.
Detergent. I make my own laundry detergent, and my own fabric softener. They are both super easy and super cheap recipes. We save a lot of money by making them. A five gallon bucket only costs about 4 dollars.
What is that am I suppose to know? I don’t know…
Ok I’m kidding, but have to say I do try to avoid detergent when I can
Samantha cringed as strange man on the subway leaned in closer. He smelled like McDonald’s, cheap cigars, and old urine. She froze as his nose grazed her shoulder and then balled her fists, ready to fight her attacker. When she turned her head to face him head on, he flashed a toothless grin. “You smell divine, darling. What is that? Tide or Downy?”
I walked into the store. I hated working late because that just meant I never had time to do laundry. All I needed was detergent. But then I bumped into some guy. He ran off after swiping my bag from my hand. I ran after him in my pajama pants.
Brady uses detergent a lot because since he crab fishes he probably gets dirty and has to use detergent to clean his clothes.so do his parent,so detergent is very important in his family to be able to clean clothes.
brady uses detergent alot because since he crab fishes he probably gets dirty and has to use detergent to clean his clothes.so do his parent,so detergent is very important in his family to be able to clean clothes.
Tide rides the blinds of my mind. Detergent determines my current recurrence. Reassurance in the full current
the scent was overwhelming, but i was pretty sure bathing wasn’t even on the menu anyway. That was fine by me, because I had a bad experience as a kid while taking a bath filled with laundry detergent, and as a result formed a deterrent to detergent.
I use detergent to wash my filthy clothes. Detergent smells nice or weird. I love detergent. Detergent has real fruit samples in it. No not really detergent is not awesome enough to do that.
clothes in the washer after i make my pasta. clothes covering my bedroom floor , stains and dirt and muck. must clean it up ultra fresh radiance emitting from the machine down through the airwaves into my nostrils make my hairtingle up like balls of fire being excited by strong gusts of wind and heavy storm of excitement eating at the senses of now and forever slimecum covered towels breaking softness in the tracks of fury. Hardening up like me 10 years ago cumming up a storm eating cheeto puffs digging nails into my teeth
His blood leaked from his fragile being as the dish soap from the plates left untended to glazed over in the sunlight, both dripping, dripping, dripping. There was something different between the bloody figure and the unwashed, soapy plates. One of them was about to be cleaned, the other, forever dirty.