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Products for wavy hair
I'm looking for a product (preferably on the cheap end, like 10$ or less if possible) to give my wavy-ish hair more curl and definition, rather than frizz. Do I need mousse? Gel? Cream? I'm clueless!
Also, should I be using curly-haired shampoo or smoothing shampoo? I want to keep the waviness but lose the frizz
Thanks!
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perhaps i should stop writing random poetry at 1AM
we are killed
by our anger
silent seeping rages
a million little
frustrations that tear
us apart
breaking us into
a million small pieces
almost whole
but not quite.
we spend our life
looking for those
missing pieces
not knowing
that they are
so small
so shattered & scattered
that we can never find
them all.
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Good books
• The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, Douglas Adams ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Dear friend,
I was going to write a long, boring post about my vacation, but instead I decided to post some photos.
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Wolf Island
Dear friend, Last weekend was a great weekend. I went to a race in Wolf Island, a tiny island near Kingston. Wolf Island is incredibly beautiful. Being there is like being in another world. Everyone is so much more friendly and open. Appearances don`t seem to matter. I would love to live there. The only bad part of the weekend was that, of course ( Read more... ) -
Invisible Monsters quote
Hysteria is only possible with an audience.
[...] You were a baby. You get to the coffee table and bounce your big soft baby head on the sharp corner. You're down, and man, oh man, it hurts. Still it isn't anything tragic until Mom and Dad Run over.
Oh, you poor brave thing.
Only then do you cry.
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Paranoid Android
Wednesday, June 22nd
Dear friend,
I hate my anxiety. Or, to be more specific, my paranoia. It mostly occurs when I'm alone at home. I become convinced that someone is right behind me, someone is following, that they're right behind me . They're going to hurt me, to beat me up. They are right there and i can't see them. It scares the shit out of me. ( Read more... ) -
poem
nothing to say daddy was a man who was born in the fray his momma had drunk all their money away so he left as soon as he could and got a job, like every boy should he worked all day and he worked all night and just when things were seemin’ alright he fell in love with a lady in grey problem was, she had a man so my daddy decides to do what he can ( Read more... ) -
a short poem I wrote
Jobs are lost
Relationships end,
Willpower fades.
The heart does not stop.
It beats,
Ignorant.
I lie with you.
You`re asleep.
In our silent room,
Your heart beats.