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Hair Flowers.

BrokenAisling

Published: Apr 1, 2015

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I got some flowers for my hair and wore it up today it looked super cute XD Sadly I was having a bad hair day and so the back of my head refused to be tamed. I think I still did a good job though

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BabySupernova

Apr 2, 2015

cute!

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