The Alchemist

guessthiscuntsgettineaten asked: your use of the words "twit bimbo" at the salon is pretty offensive. i think if you knew as much as one of the twit bimbos, youd know you wouldnt have to use 40 volume bleach, no matter how thick or dark your hair is, as well as a few other helpful things that couldve made the process of going silver easier... just saying.

I know a few twits and bimbos at a salon personally, That’s who I was referring to, it was pretty obvious.

You don’t know the texture of my hair darling, I knew what I was doing. I didn’t use 40 vol. Every time I bleached, but even professionals from the Plaza Hotel Salon (Warren tricomi) said if it was made to sell at a beauty supply store, my hair is made to handle it. I didn’t say I never talked to professionals or had my hair cut/styled by one. I visited the plaza hotel salon when I was mid bleaching and blonde. They said my hair can handle the bleaching, it was fine. They just never bleached or colored my hair, I did that at home, by myself. I know a few bimbo twits at a shitty salon upstate. Most people are not visiting the plaza hotel salon on 5th ave. Most people know some shitty salon like the one upstate with the twit working there. You can skip that.

The silver was easy, that’s what I wanted people to know. For some reason everyone wants to say go to a salon. Not necessary.

Speaking of the hair, that reminds me to update. I am still waiting for the vegan silver dye by La Riche, but in the meantime I fixed the color back to a beautiful silver with the wella color.

And as the person the who commented about the 40 vol, they are right. I stopped using 40 vol. Right after the first bleach job. I knew I was going to bleach it a few times so I turned down the vol. Literally. But I wanted to kick the ass out of my hair initially. Just go with the flow. Not saying everyone’s hair can handle the abuse, but mine could.

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.