My hair has a mind of its own these days.
Me this time last year: I’m sick of seeing that Cara girl all over place with her shit brows.
Today: Cara Delevingne is fiiine.
My old housemate decided to taunt me by shopping a beard onto my passport photo. This is the closest I’ll get to having a beard, I reckon.
My feet and tiles at Fabrica, Italy 2014