I’ve decided that bleaching your roots and grooming your brows and brushing your hair is for chumps.
Today, I am eighteen years old. Ugh.
((the age on the cake reflects that of my innermost self, quite obviously.))
how to do your hair and make-up in under five minutes:
congrats, you’re ready to stumble into Subway alone wearing a pajama top and ripped jean shorts
remember when I said I’d buy the fuck out of this design on a tee?
I found the tee, I bought the fuck out of it.
that’s it I am going into the kitchen and giving myself a buzzcut because it is 85 fucking degrees outside
and thIS ???
IS NOT WORKING FOR ME
Just over four months without bleaching. ‘Hot roots’ is the term my cousin used, I believe.
Crystal Reed and an uncomfortable level of attractive oh sweet greyface I’m laughing a lot but you did technically manage 9/10
I recently discovered that I can cut 15+ minutes off my morning routine by simply failing to give a shit about what my hair looks like when I wake up
a list of (moderately) productive things Stephanie has done this week: