Everyone likes looking at my face. Even you like looking at my face.
Always me with the smirking and whatnot.
I dress like a hippie… because I am a hippie.
This is an outfit that my mother gave me for Christmas. Goddamn my dead grandmother’s bathroom was dreary.
Here’s the same outfit again, but this time I’m smiling more, because, apparently, I didn’t look happy enough in the first one.
This is one of those Korean moisturizing facial sheets that supposed to make your face look an purty and junk. I don’t think it worked on me.
I fell while shovelling some snow and this was the result.
This is a photo of me au naturel. I look like my little brother.
This is me trying to look dynamic and fun, but I think that I mostly just look startled.
The other half of my face is horribly scarred.
I’m so white, I glow in the dark.
I got that ostentatious crocodile necklace for my birthday.
I also got this lipstick for my birthday.
From smirks to sneers.
I was sitting in front of a fan.
Some cheap midi rings stained my fingers.
I am not sure what kind of emotion that I am trying to convey here.
The sun was in my eyes.
I think this is what they call a “rueful smile”.
My sister has strange lights in her apartment that she can change to any colour.
I was in Arizona. Arizona has very intense sunlight.
Whelp. That all for today. See on the flipside east.
