hair

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vogue and shit

like, for some reason, i make people look better than they really are. for fun. i am really fascinated by this idea of beauty (which probably stems from the fact that i constantly reread the picture of dorian gray, particularly the first several chapters) but anyway, the point of all of this is, i can make anyone look good, but i consistently look like shit. lol

i legitimately made this phone call today:

"Hi, mom? I have an emergency. I found a pair of someone else's satin high waisted pants in my closet, so i tried them on. But now, the zipper is stuck and I can't get them off and the worst part-- THEY'RE MAROON. Will you be home soon? I need someone to save me."

i'd take a picture, but they're disgusting.