GPOYW: “Goldilocks” edition.
Just ‘cause I know you’re all dying to see a better picture of the hair color I’m gonna have for another week, maybe less.
I actually super dig the strawberry-blonde parts, but the roots are canary yellow and I just can’t have that.
Hairmaster Mitch helped fix my color yesterday and I’m super pleased about it. We’re still working on making it not yellow though.
In addition to a rat and stretched ears I also want an undercut really badly but I’m afraid it’ll look terrible and there won’t be a way to fix it besides waiting a year for it to grow out. (The problem is my impatience.)
(Source: fuckyeahundercuts)
Bangs! Cut ‘em myself. I have a feeling that tomorrow after I wash my hair I’m going to seriously regret it but maybe not, who knows. Either way, it’s way better than paying for this little of a haircut.
Also, facts: in this picture I am making the same expression my 4-year-old cousin makes when he doesn’t want you to take a picture but knows you’ll do it anyway.
The other day at work I had to take sausages out of the smoker and I didn’t anticipate how much smoke was actually trapped in that thing, so all the smoke came out got stuck in my hair.
Two days later and after washing it, my hair still kind of smells like a campfire.
(via shakuzen)
Brett Anderson.
(via beforethepoison)
Brett Anderson.
Brett Anderson.
Brett Anderson.
