babypolygon

wednesday. six thirty pm.

a letter:

dear god,
why is everyone a douchebag?
thanks for listening.

babypolygon.

mates of state tomorrow. i can't wait! i so need to seduce kori.

i need to do something with my hair. it sucks. suggestions? i'm wavering between leaving my eartails and getting a fauxhawk (died black with magenta highlights), or possibly getting rid of the eartails to form more or less a shaggy pageboy with extra short six-year-old-just-found-the-scissors
bangs.



maybe something like this? (i pinned my eartails back.)

click it, bitches.