i woke up and looked in the mirror.
it had to go. my hair.
i scoured the internet for some inspiration, found a photo that seemed appropriate, and thanked the pinterest for being a thing. i pulled my unruly mane into a ponytail and thought this is the last time.
parting is such sweet sorrow…. except when it isn’t.
if you live in the dc area, go ahead and call up immortal beloved.
now if only these damn bangs would grow out.