back to black

i dyed my own hair for the first time tonight. no watchful eyes behind me, making sure all the roots are covered, no gentle hands massaging my scalp for me while i sit backwards on the toilet. just me, six feet of pale skin and impossible soul by sufjan on repeat in the background.

i wanted to document my boldness staring back at me from the mirror, but somehow could only really manage the softness with any sort of accuracy.

then i went, and after one final set of second guesses, purchased a flight that will take me to europe for 35 days. i am filled with equal parts excitement and terror.