bring me into the wilderness and speak tenderly to me
I made the decision to grow my hair and beard as long as I could over the holiday (you know, what with the much less social pressure). A couple days ago I finally got sick of it and broke. Ironically, what I thought would be choosing comfort over looks turned out to be uncomfortable; the appropriate appearance was also comfort.Uhhh, where was I going? Ah yes. Short hair? Me too!
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