i’ve been at the salon for three and a half hours now, and we have yet to even apply the dye to my hair —— and after that we’ve still got like five more steps; this really is an all day process, my god
you accidentally sign up for quora when you're 12 and they'll send you emails when you're on your deathbed too. i fucking BLOCKED them, how am i still getting these??? i'm 20 years old please Let It Go
walking into whole foods with a rambunctious toddler who’s been throwing tantrums all day, and a midsize dog who sheds likes there’s no tomorrow. feeling like a #menacetosociety
but also, like, be really excited for the woman you’ll become now that you’ve realized how you became someone you despise? instead of being an aimless narcissist?? productive self loathing!