i need to git muh hair did.

i feel as though i look like yoko ono these days, walking around in my majorly damaged bed hair look. the curling iron and the hair were almost bff. the curling iron tries so hard to love the hair. tries to make her better every morning with warmth and steam. but the hair says no no no and crunches and splits and hates life.

i should be a poet.
hair peace. bed peace.
peace out.