Just impulsively bought a fancy-ass professional curling wand.
Judge all you want, a lifetime of $225 perfect beach hair for $75 (including shipping!) is fucking worth it.
Omg I’m not sure if it’s because I haven’t smoked a bowl yet today, but I feel like a cruel bitch.
Don’t talk to me doe, I’m a vicious, flaming, demon of hell, tearing the skin from the mortals around me with my whip made of uncontrollable, angry, emotional, irrational, hormones as I burn cities and ravage souls, shrieking my unholy battle cry to the heavens above.
you're far too critical of yourself. no one feels that way about you.
Nobody knows what I’ve done