Not quite a himbo, but may I present: The RK500, who deviated purely due to an intense love of counterculture. Based on this post by @octopunkmedia.

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Not quite a himbo, but may I present: The RK500, who deviated purely due to an intense love of counterculture. Based on this post by @octopunkmedia.
finally got rid of the rest of it and the wind feels s o g o o d.
Training yourself to be less of a perfectionist is such a painful thing, ‘cause by definition, it entails letting yourself fail, and be imperfect, which is what you’re so afraid of in the first place. you feel shitty about yourself when you succeed at letting yourself be number two, or three, or fifteen, because you’re not perfect, not number one. You feel shitty about yourself when you fail and fall back into your perfectionism, because you couldn’t even be perfect at not being a perfectionist and…wait no…fuck.
BOOT
note to self: don’t fucking tell your mother anything. every time, you think she’ll understand, and every time, you are horribly wrong. stop fucking trying.
what were the things you did that got you to $23.50?
kissed someone of the same and opposite sex, fell asleep in class, stole something (I was 6 or 7), dyed my hair, cried myself to sleep, been in love, peed in the pool (again, I was little ok), and done plenty of things I regret. I didn’t check the math, but I think that’s it. I’m such a rebel