21 de septiembre de 2011

20 de septiembre de 2011

17 de septiembre de 2011


Sweet Dreams

9 de septiembre de 2011

5 de septiembre de 2011

Whenever I dress cool,
My parents put up a fight
And if I’m a hotshot,
Mom will cut hair at night
In the morning I’m sure of my identity
I scream Mom and Dad
Why can't I be who I wanna be?
I just wanna be myself,
And I want you to love me for who I am
I just wanna be myself,
And I want you to know, I am my Hair
I’ve had enough
This is my prayer
That I’ll die living just as free as my hair
I’ve had enough
I’m not a freak
I must keep fighting to stay cool on the streets
I’ve had enough, enough, enough
And this is my prayer, I swear
I’m as free as my hair
Sometimes I want to rock on some highlights
Just because
I want my friend to think that I am dynamite
And on party, roxy, high school dance
I got my bangs too hard
That I don't stand a chance
A chance
I just want to be free, I just want to be me
And I want lots of friends that invite me to their parties
I don't wanna change,
And I don't wanna be ashamed
I'm the spirit of my Hair
It's all the glory that I bare
I am my Hair!


2 de septiembre de 2011

My nails say GRRR
Recently I’ve been wearing my nails in leopard patterns and tiger faces. Pretty wild