There are times when words aren't enough and feelings don't sink enough. There are times when you get lost in yourself and instead of wanting salvation, you would rather swim deeper. There are times, too many, that I've disappointed the ones who tried to come close.

What am I waiting for? Who am I waiting for?

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Press con of Escriba and now I can't fucking wait!



What is life:

Life is my hair looking fucking fantastic and delicious hours before a haircut with simon who has been convincing me to i) cut it short or ii) perm it either way it means byebye to my selectively gorgeous mane.

Bye baby.



Check out his caobin hahaha.



MA NEW NEWSPAPER REPORTER HAIR.

I look like any minute I'm going to burst into saying "across the highway, there is an accident on the pie towards lornie road. also what is up with turducken? can someone sms the station pls?"

Yep I am the next news caster.



Have I mentioned how fucking much I love the smoothness of it now heh heh.