I am an Assistant Hairstylist in Berkeley, CA. Currently each week you may see my obnoxious [yet necessary] bulletins requesting models for my hands-on classes.my apprenticeship is my one love currently. I always seem to make time for friends and what-not but I rarely get 2 days off in a row. I work hard and leave proud. But I can play even harder when I get the opportunity. ;P
If you have any questions about being a model please feel free to contact me.
:::Hard-hearted girl,
get rid of these doubts
based on false rumor.
It’s not good
to subject me to sorrow
because of backbiters’ words,
or have you decided now,
silly girl,
that it’s all true?
Do to me what you will,
sweetheart.
Suit yourself. :::Author: Amaru"When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter." -Tim Robins:::::::::::::........My bangles left.
My best friends, tears,
went on forever.
My self-control
wouldn’t sit still for a minute.
My mind made itself up
to go on ahead.
When my man
made up his mind to go,
everything else went,
just like him.
Life,
if you must go, too,
then don’t forsake
your entourage of friends....... ::::::::::::::Author: Amaru
 TEAR IT OUT: WATCH ME BLEEDGo ahead while I stare blankly at you. Dead in the eyes, watch as my soul lifts out of my body, seperating life from my lungs, dripping my passion, anger, frustration, love, lies, and honesty onto the floor.
In a puddle of seething guilt and emptiness so consuming.
a crimson tide sucking, pulling and lapping at your heals, so as you walk away from your deed it will haunt you.
All the words of hate, and laughter, and hours of love making will rise and swirl around your mind like smoke, soaking your ear drums in our past, our beginning and the forsaken end. setting into your skin, into every pore I will pour my tears and blood so your soul is damned to hear the ringing echo of how you killed my soul.so that every sober moment is torture
