technically I did have normal hair - back when i was a child !

i can be nice; if i want to.

i used to have normal hair; i hopefully assume. noone ever tored his mouth about my hairstyle, not much to talk about looking at it. i was a neat, pretty child without upsetting anomalies. always cheerful and happy without any ending! my first words were ''shoe'' and ''hair'' - my mother once told me. i'd say, as a matter of fact, this explains alot - not everything, but alot. no counted reason. i still do not know why these were my first words; but i definately now possess the know what makes me being who i truly am today. i suffer from shoe fetishism, and I'm experimenting on my hair over and over again, as you can see. fortunately there are not many people who love / like / adore my haircuts and my other tremendous diffrences - but that is exactly my way to show

how outrageously much i do not care !

i i am ready to live a life in a glashouse - i am now and i've always been.

people ask me the weirdest things: '' why do you do this / what's the point / is it satisfying you / what are you aiming for / do you literally wanna provocate '' last but not least: '' do you actually even like it ? '' i always answer with the same needless shit: '' you don't even wanna know ! ''

you might think i am completely insane ! well, i am - criminally insane. but i mean : who cares ? noone ? perfect.

and now; face your final curtain - B I A † C H ! ♡

btw. my hair obviously does like to show off !

papi papi - papi chulo !

day 146 - mission && blog accomplished ? no sir, not yet !