i had a relaxer up until i was 20 lol (my mom was a beautician and straightened it when i was 5)
i cut it into a bob in highschool
then i rebelled (and wore way too much makeup):
then came the bowl cut in college…fml:
then the try to look like a sorority girl look:
then did this mohawk…thing to it in the summer and dyed it red (my eyebrows were also on the battlefield)
then i cut that shit off
no more relaxers
and in the last year….
(protective style…damn i wore that sweater a lot..)
(i skipped a few styles, but you get the gist)
This post is like watching a flower bloom
^my exact thoughts
aint nobody fuckin w/ my clique bc i dont have one :(
what others call a rebellious phase I call the sudden realization I don’t deserve to be treated like garabge
IT HAS BEEN SAID
i describe my dream girl as really really vague.
Trans ≠ Drag
Drag ≠ Trans
This has been a PSA. Thank you.
Literally everybody needs to understand this IMMEDIATELY
sexy inexplicable melancholy
I think the time is ripe to reblog this.
do british people really eat beans on toast as a meal
in america is everyone ignorant
it was just a question damn no need to get hostile go eat some beans on toast
Trying on clothes is really hard when you hate yourself. Liking someone is really hard when you hate yourself. Eating is really hard when you hate yourself. Life is really hard when you hate yourself.
I don’t get how babies can cry at restaurants lol like nigga why you cryin there’s food around you rejoice
"oh my god, you’re seriously going to pay college kids $15 an hour to flip burgers? get a real job!"
a real job? you mean, like, an internship at the white house?
okay, well what about the national democratic party?
what about interning at the united nations?
wow damn it’s almost like our economy functions on stealing labour from hardworking young people, regardless of whether their jobs are “real” or not
we all have a person who’s name we hear and we just