eyebrows..... lol.. so i have been tweezing mine continiously sinds age 12 probably. they have been differnt shapes, thick, thin, horridly crappy when my stepsister did them & wonderfull when profesionally done.
but now im looking at my face and im a bit borred with myself. thing is i want to lok more dolly like so ive decided to just grow my brows back completely... i have no idea what they look like when grown back completely but my bangs are quite long now so if its too horrible atleast they will be well hidden untill the day i get my bangs trimmed.
now what to do? i had the idea to, when they are completely back, to just trim them neat a little bit but leave them natural. it might look more victorian, just more natural but tidy however. if that does ot work for me or im borred with it again i was thinkingf doing something dramatic. mainly shaving them off completely. inspired by porcelain dolls and kukula, not cyber, i could try to draw them on thinly and natural looking with a brown pencil. it might actually look more dolly like. but im scared though... then again i will never know if i dont try it and my braws will always grow back...
give me advice! give me ideas! send me pictures or links to picturesor tutorials or anything helpfull
I'm having a bad hairday... . It's all fluffy-ish -_- I don't like it anymore I think I want a haircut again, get more layers... & I def want to get extentions.. As long in lenght as possible because I miss having really long hair mmm I want to do it now xD seh, anyone else ever have a day that you don't like what you look like at all? Mood: I want chocolate
Everyone I thought I could count on, has let me die. Everyone I thought I could lean on, has made me cry. Everytime I close my eyes there's nothing there. Feeling empty is all I have left, There's nothing else to bare.
And I realize, that I've lost my mind. And I realize, that I am the lie. It's over, my time to shine. I'm already dead, so why can't I die.
Everything I thought I could see, has disappeared. Everything I thought I could be, Has been drown by fear. Somehow it seems all I can do, is sit and stare. Somehow nothing good seems to last, or was it ever there?