01 3 / 2012
So, here’s what happens:
- I feel pretty.
- I decide to take pictures.
- I look pretty.
- Then I make an ugly face and click “Take Photo”.
01 3 / 2012
Probably my favorite part about my hair (besides the color): that my bangs do that naturally. :D
26 2 / 2012
I gots a bow on mah head. My buffaro had bows in his car, an I put one on mah head. <3
22 2 / 2012
Feeling fucking rough. Stressed, irritated, lonely, sick. I’m picking again. Bad. My legs, arms, chest and shoulders are all torn up. I’m trying really hard not to pick my face. I hate this. I want someone to just hold me so I can sleep, and I want fucking bitches to get the fuck over themselves.
29 1 / 2012
It’s midnight and a half, and I’ve got tumblr and Adele. I look high, but I’m just tired and chill. And my hair decided to be crazy.
28 1 / 2012
Just ignore my tangled mess of hair. Day 9, rainbow. :) Skittles and holographic glitter.
