The Girl Who Dyes Her Hair After Every Breakup
Blonde for Him, Red Now, Brunette to Forget
Hair’s on fire, heart’s on my sleeve.
You’ll never catch me with the same shade twice. Each tint’s a chapter, a name, a goodbye. I don’t heal, I repaint. Call me dramatic, but at least my roots don’t lie.
What I'm Into: drugstore dye jobs, exes who liked me blonde, bad decisions at 2am, tea gone cold, bathroom mirrors that don't lie
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