Sometimes I imagine things like this out of the ordinary, things I wouldn’t do any day. I like that idea of spontaneity, you know? Like bumping into someone interesting at the least expected moment, in a strange place, and everything getting out of contro
I look in the mirror and there is my blue hair, a controlled mess that always falls as it wants. Sometimes lighter, sometimes darker, depending on the light and my mood, but always ends up catching the eye. I like that effect, as if just by existing I made it clear that I am not from the crowd.