You take away the little confidence I once had. You showed up with no authority permission yet handle yourself better than I do. Now I have to hide myself like like I actually committed a crime. I hate you pimples if you were a person I’d chase you to the ends of the earth so you don’t have to destroy somebody else life.
Hey pimples. You’re the unfairest thing that happen to me. You tried to steal away my youth. I can’t just figure out who in the world gives you this name to rhyme with dimple cause you just don’t deserve it. Better get off my face.
Pimple right under the nose
Acne: Oh you have a date coming up?
Let me invite some of my friends
When the biggest pimple in the history of pimples decides to show up on picture day.
Thanks for coming out on photo day, my beloved pimple.
Let me just see if I can pop this small pimple on my face that you can hardly notice
Aaand now my face is a hot mess
Dear Pimples, get the fck off my face nobody invited you here, you make my life more worst and I already have enough stuff to deal with.
Some makeup you put on and feel like you’re getting pimples by the hour.
As an actor you have one great fear: pimples!
If you’re stressed, you get pimples. If you cry, you get wrinkles. So just smile and get dimples.
I think I’ve popped you enough to make you realize that I don’t like you!
P.S: get out of my face!
If you’re going to live on my face, I’m gonna need to start seeing some rent.
Movies: Biggest enemy: Popular girls
Me and reality: Biggest enemy: PIMPLES
That mini-heart attack u have when u realize u just scratched a pimple
Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience… and pimples.
For most of us, the most common and unfortunate side effect of skin problems is isolation. We don’t want to be seen the way we look. You can hide a lot of physical flaws, but not acne. It’s right there, on the first thing people notice about us – our face. And it’s hard for some of us to imagine that people can see the face – the PERSON – behind the acne.
My face is pizza-shaped, and my acne in high school was like pepperoni. Thank God it was carry out and not delivery.
I would not trade any of these features for anybody else’s. I wouldn’t trade the small thin-lipped mouth that makes me resemble my nephew. I wouldn’t even trade the acne scar on my right cheek, because that recurring zit spent more time with me in college than any boy ever did.
It is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple
Miracles are like pimples, because once you start looking for them you find more than you ever dreamed you’d see.