As promised to @themotherfuckingclickerkid…what you do when you don’t have a horse but don’t want to be left out.
#1: moderately sure this army of plastic ponies is plotting my demise and not at all sure how to get lunge lines on all of them…
#2 and #3: This is Myboxoftack, he’s a good pony even if he doesn’t really move much
#4: Our big workhorse Green Truck! I get to work him sometimes.
Bathroom selfie of my crazy red/black outfit yesterday. It also involved asymmetrical red/black skirt duo and black leggings. I was feeling really hyper and sexy and cute and not undead for once. though my hair looks kinda awful in the photo yikes
I’ve been depressed lately due to massive weight gain (stupid health issues…dr said it was the weather HAAHA HAHA nope) and other things so I chopped off my hair. It’s amazing how much difference it makes! After/before.
Felt like wearing a dress tonight, for absolutely no reason at all.
My hair and I are finally on the same wavelength, decade-wise.
Sometimes when I am feeling sad, I remember that Megatron gave me his personal permission to destroy all Autobots as I see fit.
50 shades of dark circles under my eyes
Which makeup hides!
Never hide who you truly are.
I woke up all out of sorts today. Looked in the mirror, hated everything, blah blah. So I chopped my hair. Just CHOPPED. Mulan-style. Straight across. But the light in our bathroom is terrible and it came out crooked; more Quorra than Mulan.
WELL I WILL NOT HAVE QUORRA HAIR.
So I cut more. And more. A little at a time.
I took off more than I was expecting to. My hair has literally not been this short since I was a toddler (and it was much curlier then)
On the other hand, my cosplay hair is gonna be a zillion times easier, right?
Captain Koril 