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Wah-ha!

night in the woods feels a lot like home.

MY HAIR IS TURNING WHITE!!!!!!

WTF. D:

I'm only 24!!! ;-;

My mom picked on me for getting my first gray hairs at 19.

I haven't really gotten many more on my head, but my beard is pretty salt-and-pepper these days.

Mine started around 12, and now have some decent coverage.

if it makes you feel any better, my (YTer) brother is nearing his thirties and getting gray hairs. or, well, pure white ones.

got my first white hairs in middle school. can't wait for it to turn all white so i can easily dye them in any color! 8D

*shouts into the void*: if a zombie apocalypse were to happen, aunties will win because i couldn't close my door in time

anyways there i was wit barbecue sauce on my tiddies

I'm super sad ;-;

Most women in my family don't have grey or white hair... and they're OLD AS BALLS

The only woman I know of in my family that has white hair is my great aunt. But she's also OLD AS BALLS and she's all German so like.... Expected, right?
BUT ME?!?! ;-; I'm just 24. ;o;

I don't want white hair!!
D:

My mom doesn't even have white hair!!

White can look good, though. Some people develop really cool streaks. I kind of just want to go all in and bleach the rest of it so that it's a mix of platinum and white, but don't think I can pull it off.

I have an afro, so I have the feeling that white hair wouldn't look at all natural on me.
;-;

I think there are some people born with blonde afros...
But! I know it won't look natural on me

>XD WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
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I need a bf so I can cry on them instead of my pillow.

My pillow is kinda perfect for that.. ;U;
Not pillow, rather, my "husbando" pillow. He's an alien sausage. x}
He keeps me from going off the side of the bed, and is nice to rest your head on...but that's all he does. <u<

Well yeah, mine too, but I want mine to whisper sweet things and rub my neck. But it can't. Cuz it's a pillow. -3-

hey, bro, why don't you take some fucking responsibility for your damn cat. i don't want her in my room and fucking my shit up.

AKA: i have to deal with two cats on my bed, getting a mild nick on my hand because semi doesn't like being moved and having to close the lid to my old stereo because, again, semifuckinglina is a chaotic little wanker.

all because my darling older brother doesn't want his bedroom door open because it gives him paranoia.

how do you think i fucking feel when i have to deal with your fucking cat being on my bed and potentially hacking up puke everywhere, huh? i also have to deal with seeing a wall decoration directly opposite my room and thinking it's someone peeking in.

i also have to deal with smokey, but he's more fucking co-operative than your old crone of a cat.

if i have to take responsibility for shit that whiskey does (aka: bringing a live shrew in. which, mind you, could EASILY BE AVOIDED BY KEEPING HIM INSIDE, MOTHER.), then he can pay in cash for any damages caused by his fucking cat.