if my hairdresser doesn't give me what i want then it is annoying and upsetting but if i mess up my own hair then it is cool and sexy. i don't make the rules
I don't trust anyone to cut my hair. I've had too many freaky haircut experiences, so I've taken matters into my own hands. And then if I mess up I'm the only one to blame. I usually end up cutting my hair after a breakup or when I'm bored. I almost always hate it at first, but that's part of the journey. I've been cutting my hair shorter and shorter recently. Bobs are in baby!!
i have to take an almost hour long bus ride each way to uni everyday, but i feel like i can finally appreciate little aspects of my city (double decker busses are even better i feel like a little kid when i sit on the top floor)
light, shadows, textures, things accidentally making a pretty composition, everyday has so much art just waiting to be noticed. now my camera roll is a reminder of the beauty i see in the world
