"there's no war that will end all wars."
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posted on Wednesday, November 12, 2014 @ 11:44 pm | permalink
Jealousy... was the most hopeless prison in the world. Jealousy was not a place he was forced into by someone else, but a jail in which the inmate entered voluntarily, locked the door, and threw away the key.Well. This is a prime example of how accurate Murakami's words are, at least to me. On the other hand, it is 11:29PM at night, and I am scrolling my way through photographs of dyed hair. I had a little discussion with my father about dyeing my hair earlier tonight. Expectedly, it was utterly awkward, but it had to be done because my mom's getting her hair done tomorrow and I needed to know if I would be joining her. The talk was pretty unproductive, though, since it was basically postponed to tomorrow morning. So here I am worrying my head away. I'm likely to end up with a 'safe' colour if I actually get around to doing it.  Perhaps like this. I actually have a few colours on my bucket list, though.  This is gorgeous, but it won't suit me. It'll always be something to come back and admire though. (Probably as expensive as heck to do, too.) Well, it's all just wishful thinking for now. Best not to get my hopes up. Labels: personal |