Messy hair, don’t care.

I feel like I’m the last person who would give any type of advice on hair. The closest I’ve come to being a hair dresser was when I cut my best friends hair in 7th grade, put it in a plastic bag and hung it on my cork board in my bedroom. She clearly had to have it fixed and was in so much trouble for letting me do it (we were such bitches, we blamed in on our other best friend).

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