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The (not really a problem) with Tumblr and its never-ending stream of eye candy is that it makes me think longingly of doing things that I know aren't a good idea.
For example, I really DO understand that I don't really want to shave the sides of my head and commit to teasing my hair up every day so I have a deathhawk. I don't have the correct face shape for it, my hair is too fine-textured for it to work well, and the Stroppy One would not just make That Face, but become incoherent with dismay. But that doesn't stop me from looking at all the deathrock photos that scroll across my dashboard and go "Ooooh."
For example, I really DO understand that I don't really want to shave the sides of my head and commit to teasing my hair up every day so I have a deathhawk. I don't have the correct face shape for it, my hair is too fine-textured for it to work well, and the Stroppy One would not just make That Face, but become incoherent with dismay. But that doesn't stop me from looking at all the deathrock photos that scroll across my dashboard and go "Ooooh."