What I Am Is What I Am

I have so much hairspray in my hair i was afraid to light my cigarette

omg I found pictures from when I desperately wanted to be brody dalle when I was like 16

I wish my hair was still this red (not that you can really tell but whatever). Now it’s just this gross gingery brown color. I hate it.

I really liked the way my make up turned out today so I took crappy webcam quality pictures of it.

This is what I look like on the days where I put on a full face of make-up, yet do absolutely jack shit with my hair. Aka every day ever.

My eyebrows were on point that day. Too bad I look craycray.

Look at this amazing Hunter S. Thompson shirt Zac bought me.

“Natural” make-up feels fucking weird. This is about as natural as I’ll get, which is pretty sad.

Am I soft grunge yet?

Yesterday was the worst day I’ve ever had but at least my lipstick looked good.