Book Of Maps (by MiquiBrightside)
have had a box of red hair dye under my sink for nearly a month (a box?! oh my ladies at du monde would kill me for that one. lol). I’ve never in my life been afeared to dye my hair (black, brown, every shade of red, platinum, platinum with lavender chunks, etc), but suddenly I’m holding off because I’m feeling like I’ve finally gotten my hair back to it’s natural hue (mostly, except for the blond chunk behind my right ear), and I don’t want to have to concern myself with roots (that blond chunks roots are covered by other hair and I’ve seriously gone almost six months before without doing anything about it. yikes). But, my head is getting super boring, cause I’m growing these hurrs out. I need to do something to sass this shit up. blarghity blarrggghh.
(Source: shabbydreams)
Things I’m sure of..
Presently I’m sitting on my couch amongst a sea of throw pillows, wrapped in one of my very many old lady crocheted blankets (why I continue to pick these up every time I see them at a thrift store is one of life’s great mysteries) in a tank top and a pair of boy shorts. My hair is in an unappealing greasy headband still too small ponytail combo, and one of my feet is resting on the boy that I loves lap while he reads some cheesy horror movie magazine. Our dog is resting in the spot between us, chewing his toe nails, and I’m certain that I could spend the majority of my afternoons for the rest of my life like this and be okay with that.
