Just when I've grown my bangs out to chin level, I'm overcome with the most violent urge to cut them again. I don't really dislike my forehead, but I'm not sure I want the world to stare at it everyday. Thinking about how good it feels to stare out of a thick fringe (I don't like to play around with just any measly bangs, so I go for some major fringe!) Thick bangs always look so sixties, a decade that I have had a very long-term and loving (but open) relationship/obsession with. Anyway, I think I need to be getting my scissors out.
And when I do, I wanna look like this:
I miss my bangs.