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I am not cool, collected, or calm. I am weird, terrified, and unsure. But, if there's one thing I know, it's this: The world is CRAZY, life is incredibly SILLY, and I'M STUCK ON THIS ROLLER-COASTER  AND I CAN’T GET OFF! (but I'm okay with it.)

Beauty Routine Evolution.

Beauty Routine Evolution.

Childhood: 

Mom brushes strength into my mind  (or tangles from my white hair until the tears come),  apply dresses with ruffles & glitter for fearlessness, soak in Sweet Pea suds to clean away the dirt. 

Middle School: 

Apply very thick lines of rebellion around my eyes, back-brush & hairspray angst into my short hair, add tiny barrettes of positivity to my long bangs. 

Beginning Of High School: 

Braid secrets into my dark hair, file away the pain until my black painted nails are sore, apply many, many layers of fake happiness to my eyelashes. 

End Of High School: 

Begin to brush color back on to my eyelids, pierce metal courage through my nose, paint glossy laughter on to my lips. 

After High School: 

Apply anxiety to my shoulders, cover up real life problems from under my eyes, dye freedom into my hair. 

Current: 

Tattoo independence into my skin, apply layers of wanderlust to my eyelashes, brush bravery onto my cheekbones, begin highlighting things that make me, me. 

Shit My Dad Says.

Shit My Dad Says.

A Fleeting Love Story.

A Fleeting Love Story.