careful when you're falling from great heights
now listening: “heights” by 53 Thieves No, bobby pins cannot salvage an atrocious bang day—something my remaining three allegedly functional brain cells should've reminded me before I sheared my face-framing pieces into stubby forehead bangs the day before our Eid al-Adha celebration. In fairness, let me preface by saying this was an improvement from previous years. This year, I actually waited until summer break before...experimenting with my follicles. Let's just say I was grateful for the painstaking 2 months and 19 days I had to grow out the damage until school started again. Still, I always seemed to trim too soon. And too much. At least according to my hair chronicles, trimming is rarely a wise choice. This same summer, my mom and I were elbow-deep in our pinkish-white hydrangeas, pruning their leafy sprawl. It does seem counterintuitive snipping away at what looks perfectly healthy. Yet regularly pruning plants does carry its merit: it removes auxin-rich shoot tips and ...