I’m waiting for the day
that all of my hair falls out because of how often I die it. It’ll happen one day, I’m sure.
Whatever, I’d just try to rock being bald. Make up for the fact that none of the men in my family are losing their hair.
Nice! See another view of Carty’s amazing painting here.
Acrylic Ink on 30x 24 in. Wood Panel.
(via followin-my-dreams)
I straighten my hair… and yet it still isn’t actually straight.
Oh fluffy mess, I hate you.
On a side note, I’d really like a fluffy mess if it were a kitten.
Because this is a quilt made of adhd.
Because I am making a badass quilt.
Most people’s lefts match their rights. My body however decided to be completely asymmetrical.
Wtf collarbones
I’ve always been fascinated by
collarbones. I never really understood why, but I think they can be the prettiest things. The way that shadows get cast by them. The way they create the perfect highlight to accent a face when you’re painting or taking photos of someone.
And then just now, I realized why I am truly fascinated by collarbones. Because mine suck.
Much like my eyebrows (One is about 2 cm thicker than the other, and one is a straight line while the other is an arch. Basically I have a woman’s eyebrow on my right side, and the eyebrow of a 65 year old Greek/Lebanese man on my left.) my collarbones appear to be from completely different people. No, they could be from completely different worlds. One sticks out and sits up high and the other is almost completely flush with my chest.
Apparently my fascination was just subconscious jealousy.
Pictures will follow
The difference between my normal, everyday hair and the way I need to make myself look work appropriate.
I hate having to change my stupid hair all the time.
Some days you look cute and have nowhere to go to show it off.
