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It’s not often that I put together an outfit that I like enough to dissect, but I was pretty pleased with this one.

AOOA - THE PHONE

The Stardoll Broadcast did a post on the some of the most beautiful wig designs which you can see here. I had to have this wig after reading and then this outfit popped out - which isn't at all like how I've been dressing as of late. Where is the grey? 

In my middle school health class, they told me that the human heart is roughly the size of a fist. I don't remember what the teacher said next, because I was too busy curling my fingers into my palm. Surely, whatever I was feeling had to have been made by something larger than my frail hands; something more powerful than my thirteen year old fist. I closed my eyes and punched the desk as hard as I could. The skin on my knuckles tore open, blood surfacing, shooting pain up my arm, and I walked with teary eyes to the principal's office. When he asked me why I did it, I could only say I was testing my heart. These days, I still ball my hand into a fist and just stare at it for a bit. I do this every day, and sometimes I'll punch something, like my desk, or a wall, or the drawer that holds all the letters she wrote me. My fist has gotten a little larger since then, but it still breaks and bleeds the same.

Begins.