Review on 🌹 Rose Essential Oil - Smooth Anti Aging Wrinkles for Face and Body | Relaxation Vitamin C Skin Care - 30ml by Kunjan Alston

Look, I have no idea if this is doing anything at all for my skin, hair, chakras, or anything else. And to be honest, I didn't care if it happened or not. To tell the truth, I don't care that this stuff gives me the whole hepatitis alphabet, even the ampersand. I don't care that this material is radioactive and consists of the razor-sharp fragments of broken promises. I really don't care! Why? Smell is one of the last bastions of true beauty in a dying world. It's one of the most exquisite pleasures I've ever known. "This can't be great, Joyful, you're redundant again!" I don't think so. I really do not know it. Maybe it is, let me explain and maybe you can better tell if it's me or not. One breath for me and I'm straight back to simpler, better times. A time of innocence and magic. A time of purity and potential. A time of boundless hope when anger wasn't even a word I knew literally. I was a little girl running around carelessly in my grandmother's rose garden. The best time was when he was at his best, the time before I saw all the magic in the world die. Some of them are from my own hand, before I learned to hate, before I knew fear. A time when the future whispered nothing but dreams and potential, when anything was possible. Then the moment shatters like the dreams of so many little girls, and here I am, an adult dealing with distorted, horrific realities, left to weep for the beauty and elegance that once was but is no more can. To weep again and again like that silly girl for the death of magic, for the end of wonders and mysteries, to see all those endless days turn into an incomprehensible night when even the stars have all died. all I know is childish surprise and rows and rows of beautiful rose bushes roll on and on. like the perfect family I had and the perfect life I knew I would one day have, a life of wonder and magic, a life of kindness and respect instead of humiliation and agony. Not to watch how my tortured body and my tortured mind crumble beneath me as I watch anything and everything I love decay into corruption or emptiness. None of that is here. None of that is ever here, because none of that can exist here. For a foolish girl there are only warm hugs, trust and rose-scented happiness. This is the summer between 2nd and 3rd grades when summer lasted forever I knew my youth and joy. It's all right in this world, I'm loved like all silly little girls should be. not yet smashed and ripped out of my stupid girly head. I get pure pure joy from the way I move, the simple bliss of being. Time has not yet stolen my health, friends, family, love, hopes, potential, joy, hobbies, passions, joys. Hasn't stolen my life yet. from me. I am whole and loved here in my pink universe. Life is nothing but a big, warm hug from Mother Rose, timeless and eternal, infinite and invincible. The scent fades and I remember. I never met my grandparents and I doubt they had a rose garden. As a child, I was never loved or cared for, and I was never this carefree silly girl. Fate had a far crueler plan in store for her as she learned to walk, breathless terror, and all-consuming rage. Walk, she never jumped, she walked carefully and quietly, she never sang stupid girl songs. "Then. what did I just remember?!?" I think. Short, very short, interesting. To be honest I don't care what it was. No drop. Universe next to ours? The fate that awaits me when the goddess I serve asks me to go through her mirror gate? It could be anything, it could be nothing, I don't care. I take another breath of rose-scented magic and forever bounce through the rows of rose bushes in my grandmother's backyard, certain that I'm loved and special and that my world is right, and sing silly girly songs 'till the end of time . THE ! That's what I experienced when I opened the bottle! Beauty, innocence, magic and a home I never knew, a life I never had but miss so much. A rose-scented piece of my soul that hasn't been there in so many years. 5 heartbreaking stars, would cry again at the smell of some oil. I will cry for the loss of a world I never knew again. I'll get lost in the rows of roses again in that other place. Forever if I really could, if I really could So if you ever find yourself in a familiar sensual rosary you've never been to before and you see a silly little girl hopping and humming a silly little girl song, wave to a silly little Joyful Mint and pray because she needs both as soon as the roses fall, and all she has left is this. no roses. No more roses for her. Pray that she finds the strength to remember kindness and love. Pray. And experience all of this from a $10 bottle of essential oil? This silly little girl is wondering if she hasn't seen the death of all the magic in the world ❄🖤🌠