"who soars above this life, interpreter of flowers' speech, the voice of silent things" - baudelaire

18.1.11

goodbye my beloved dead cells

just said good bye to the unnecessary mess of 2010s along together with the split ends.

skipping lunch for a haircut is always refreshing.

again, the hair stylist redundantly gives it a trim. she refused to cut it any shorter.

so much sentiments, over dead cells. enjoyable anyhow.

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