hair colour appreciation photo
It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.
Sasha Arutyunova - Tension (2006)
The Dark Side of the Moon VHS Edits: Side B.
Acronym GT-J28 - GORE-TEX® PRO SHELL™ INTEROPSæ JACKET.
via SuFu (TwelveAM)
Hand jobs and blow jobs are called jobs because they’re tedious and dicks are gross. Going down on a girl is called eating out because it’s a privilege.
glitter alien eyes.
I should try something like this again, it’s been awhile since I’ve played with makeup… And to be honest, this looks fucking awesome.
And I’d like to say hello to all my new followers I’ve gotten over this past week or two!
I’m really bad at responding to messages, but if any of you really need to talk, I will be there for you… Thanks for following my incredibly ordinary blog, hopefully I’ll get time today to check some of yours out. (◕‿◕✿)
I realized funky/unnatural colors really aren’t me anymore, so I ended up dying my hair black. The blue lenses really look wonderful with super dark hair. I’ll go grey another time.
My depression is easing. I’ve actually been productive; I continued work on a painting I started months ago (Rives BFK paper and oil) and I just started on a small one (oil and acrylic on canvas). My transcripts are finally getting sent out so I can continue my education. And instead of letting my physical problems take over, I’m doing something about them.
Sadly, I’m afraid it comes from a combination of my ED and perfectionist-ness, and how buprenorphine always gives me motivation to get things done. I did so much already today (I actually put makeup on, cleaned mine and Kairu’s room, gave myself a manicure, and am doing laundry. Normally I’d be laying here just watching the leaked episodes from series 8 of Doctor Who. :-X )
But it’s not really me; it’s a puppet of me powered my Adderall, no food, and bupe… It seems when a few things go right, a few more things, well… don’t.