“How close can you stand before you start becoming me?”
My curves draped in apricots, tangerines, and butterscotch jewels.
My crown…
a perilous flag woven from black ribbons and unlucky fools.
“You can Call Me Fire.
Let’s not worry about tricky things like...
Rules.”
My breath, the scent of cinnamon depending on my muse.
My belly,
Monarchs fluttering, too chaotic for perfection.
Wherever I dance, the world becomes my question.
Self cut: #4ATG, Comb and brush forward #2WTG, Wash, apply Castor oil and pomade, Compress. Seems I've found my desired length.
Before I get clowned. I was building somewhat of a sand castle for my 3 yo Nephew/Godson. I suck at castle building. 🤣 I didn't know wifey was filming. Later she was telling everyone I brought the waves to the ocean.
Why must they come in sets?!! I’m sitting here staring at MY RP 2025 Libertad like, “You might have to sacrifice yourself for the cause.” 🥲 Currently saving like crazy in anticipation for the drop.
My last cut was 7 days ago. I cut my hair at a #3 guard closed against the grain. I plan to let it grow another week, then cut it at a #4 guard closed.
My brush pattern:
• Top → brush straight forward toward the forehead
• Sides → brush slightly diagonal toward the ear
• Back → brush straight down
Recipe: Castor oil, Brush, Compression and Time.