I’m nearly twenty-three and still look like a fifteen-year-old. I’m okay with this.
The color didn’t photograph well but whatever. (Taken with instagram)
Pre-color situation… I know, my roots are ridiculous. But I’m taller than most people so they don’t have a good view of the top of my head. (Taken with instagram)
Dying my hair. Why buy a shower cap when you can just tie a plastic bag on your head? (Taken with instagram)
I changed into my pajamas and grew a sparkly mustache.
I bought liquid eyeliner today. Naturally, I had to try it out. Naturally, I had to put on my fake eyelashes from Halloween.
GPOYW
This is just a reminder that I went through a phase when I was fifteen where I made this face in every photo because I thought my smile looked weird.
…Teenagers are the worst.
GPOYW: Here’s a picture of me on a bench at the top of the Rockefeller Center.
Even though I’ve been this awkward and lanky for (at least) seven years now, I still haven’t figured out what to do with my arms.
In which I spend an hour trying to photoshop bangs onto myself to see what I would look like before realizing that my photoshop skills are too terrible for it to be worth it.
Should I get bangs?
