i’m a strong believer that not everything you do needs an explanation. if you want a tattoo, get one. if you rather stay home that night, it’s okay to miss that party. don’t forget that you’re living for yourself. you don’t owe anyone an explanation for your choices or preferences.
Oh boy I can’t wait for EA’s next game: White Dude with 400 Million Guns Fights A War in a Foreign Country
My feelings towards my hair makes no seasonal sense. Every summer when it gets warmer I’m like “whelp, time to grow the ol’ mop out” and then in winter I’m always “CHOP IT ALL OFF! GET THE CLIPPERS!”. Brain, wut? It’s supposed to be the other way around!!