and they ain't friends so far, my words they don't travel far. they tangle in my hair and tend to go nowhere right past my brain and eyes into my stomach juice where they don't serve much use.
Tell me, cruel genetic fate. What can I do for a full head of bleach blonde and pastel?
In the poignant words of Rachel Zoe, “I die.”
i wanna dye my hair...pastel color soo bad