We got Mally’s hair cut a few days ago, and she requested it be “really very short” so I can “put sour cream in it and it can be spiky!”. Again, the hairdresser was reluctant to give her what she asked for, and Mally was talked around to a longer (but still very cute) ‘do.
This afternoon she asked me if I could make her hair purple again, and as I was spraying it she started styling it up. I asked if she wanted help and she accepted, and together we created this.
"I’m a punk rocker, mummy!" she exclaimed with glee as she jumped around in front of the mirror.
And of course no rock chic look is complete without badly applied black and red eye shadow.. Malorie has the look down pat.
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned - Tyler.
Now it’s three in the morning, and I’m trying to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls until my message you reply
Why’d you only call me when you’re high?
High, why’d you only call me when you’re high?
this the rawest shit i ever seen in my life
A Day In The Life - The Beatles