You can share this, it doesn’t take long.
Say yes! To dyeing my natural hair, or as my beautician would say…”tinting” it…I have a all around base color with highlights…pics coming soon…once I’m done of course…eeehhhhhh EXCITEMENT!
Ooh, food!
Tonight Dinner:
Parm trusted chicken breast Broccoli with a lemony, garlic, herb butter. Baked sweet potatoes
The butter I made for the sweet potatoes has vanilla, granulated white sugar, a little brown sugar, and cinnamon!
DELISH!!! I can literally eat that shit off of a FUCKING SPOON!!!!!!!!!!
I’d LOVE to know the back story to this….b/c I’m SURE there is one and it’s deep as shit. How embarrassing for him. lol
Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
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| — | Louis de Bernieres (via rosesonraindrops) |
