Oh god yes, gimmie.
I would cry every time I washed my hands.
I would invent characters I’ve murdered and I would cry over them.
“Oh God, Jimmy. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I never meant to— Oh God.”
can I HAVE one of these?
i want to use this soap and come out of the bathroom screaming
and just kinda run away
casually reblogging after looking through my tags…. don’t mind me….
This would be awesome.
want. want want want want want. waaant.
i would be all furtive about it and like leave my pocketknife out on the counter covered in bloodsoap and just mutter to myself shooting dirty looks at anyone who came in
I would put this in an ordinary soap dispenser at home. Then I would accidentally walk in on my confused guest washing their hands in the bathroom and scream “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO SARAH!?”
Getting this and memorizing Lady MacBeth’s monologue of crazy where she rants about how she can never get the blood to wash off her hands.
“OUT, DAMNED SPOT!”
‘this, my hands will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, turning the green one red.’