deadmika

I've gotten busier and unfortunately will have to abandon the thought of hair dye for a while. My actions in the past two months have to been develop a new attitude and new style to approach my new job, and being a full-time adult now. I can't quite abandon painting my nails crazy colors, but I've purchased two items to do something pretty cool with my hair. An actual brush and thermal protection spray. Coupled with the hair dryer my aunt Miriam brought for me when she visited from Europe (she lives in Switzerland last I've heard) I can focus on styling my hair. My hair has been an interesting journey for me so far. But I've done enough color

I share my experiences to teach others where my values come from. I've done the best I could perfecting them to the best of my abilities. I enjoy reaching out to the general public because I believe I can make a change. So far, as the president of my school's Philosophy Club, I'm slowly spreading my values and allowing my fellow members take them and mold them into their own according to their experiences. I value taking in what my peers have to tell me concerning their quotidian lives or the most radical of times. I see it as taking in a part of them and putting myself in their shoes. It's the only way to understand people. Something I canno

A stranger's kindness is more meaningful and twice as powerful than my father's nonexistent one could ever be. I've been told that the best kind of people have something wrong with them; through experience I do believe this. This is why when someone is overly-kind or friendly I'm bothered. Sometimes I feel deprived of love, or fear that I am incapable of loving because I cam be quite heartless merely out of my strong analyzing abilities. But you can't calculate love. One can only measure the extent of love by the willingness to give up something. Every time my heart was broken I felt a piece of me die or robbed of. I used to be one that desir