I used to think hair dryers were something that took too much effort for what always turned out to be frizzy and dry hair.
Whenever there’s cupcakes!
While it might seem like it, no I am not a robot.
Now, I don’t want to argue semantics, but I firmly believe that the milestone of adulthood, for me, was my first time.
They’re always right. You are always wrong.
“A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.” — Coco Chanel
He respects me. Not just loves me. Respects. He’s proud that I am smart and successful. He values my opinion. I can’t imagine living in a house with someone who doesn’t.
“So yearnful are we for real social bonds that our new wave fantasies are the rudimentary pleasantries of 25 years ago – thanks to the shackles of the World Wide Web, legions of young people today view banal chit chats with waitresses and optometrists as unrealistic as ChatRoulette sessions with Darth Vader and Slender Man.”
A mirror hung above my bed. In the same place I swore a painting had sat only a few hours earlier. A watercolor of a gangly women draped in black. Like a female Slender Man hunched over with her thick dark hair reaching her ankles.
In almost 6 months, I have trekked, tramped and trudged my way across South America, all the way from Patagonia to the rainforests of Panama, with these 40 items the only permanent items in my backpack.