so, after letting it sit in my hair overnight and even blow drying it, the food coloring still totally washed out of my hair. Today i went and bought kool aid, and it’s sitting in my hair now.
i still have the food coloring in my hair since it takes about 3 hours to set. I didn’t use a glove, and now my hand looks like it was just used to murder a bunch of cats…
the color isn’t as intense on camera. right here the color’s a bit brighter:
i am currently dying my hair for what seems like the 100th time. It’s going to be red, and i’m using food coloring. 🙂 wish me luck
I’m just a regular teenager who is trying to figure out their religion and other beliefs. I’ve been muslim,jewish, atheist, and christian. I’ve been doing research for a long time, and i decided to write out my beliefs and concerns. I then matched them up with other religions. I found something that exactly mirrored my beliefs and morals. I’ve been learning and researching, and now consider myself a full Druid.
do you ever wonder if they miss you?
If they wonder if you do too.
Are they thinking about you in the morning
and when they wake up at 2am?
Because you know you are,
You miss them every second.
you hope their every moment
is filled with utter happiness.
your funny giggle
it makes me laugh
i love its uniqueness
and the beauty it gives you
I smile at your laugh
and the bubbly sound it makes
i love your funny giggle because it makes you amazing.
I love every joke you crack
every face you make
and that special little moment
when you await my returned laughter with that look on your face
I qrite short stories every day, and i’ve decided to start sharing them. This is my favorite from today, and it is 100% true about me and a friend with different names.
Jodie slipped her gym shorts on and sighed. It was the first day of school, and she had PE first semester. The clothes were drab, sweating was overrated, and the boys were pervs. It didn’t seem very promising.
Just as Jodie was pulling her shirt on, she saw her best friend from the previous year getting dressed at her locker. There was a sudden spark of excitement, and Jodie exclaimed, “Hey, Marin!”
Her friend turned around, surprised, then smiled hugely. “Jodie!HI!”
She gave her a big hug despite her toplessness, and they started to catch up while they got dressed for the gym activity. Marin was still lesbian and funny as eve, and Jodie was still the crazy pansexual girl she always had been. This is how they became friends again at the beginning of the year.
Let’s fast forward 3 months later…
Jodie slipped off her gym shorts, trying to hide the self-harm cuts on her legs. She was yanking up her black jeans when she felt someone grasp her in a hug from behind.
It was Marin. and she whispered, “I saw. I’m, sorry. I thought you were better now, but i never asked.”
Jodie hugged her back and started to cry. Her friend wiped away her tears, and looked her in the eyes.
“Jodie, it’s okay. I’m here for you, and I love you.”
Jodie smiled at the familiar loving face, and a thought popped in her head. She was finally ready to admit her feelings for her friend. The one person who was always there for her, and could make her laugh. It was time.