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Don’t you just love a messy bun?



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Don’t you just love, towards the end of a long hard day, the end of a long hard week, to be able to throw your hair in a messy messy bun on the top of your head, and power through the rest of your day? My hair is finally long enough to do this again.

It’s the small things.
Maybe it’s just me.

xoxo,
Adora

The truth is…



Our culture has accepted two huge lies: The first is that if you disagree with someone’s lifestyle, you must fear them or hate them. The second is that to love someone means you agree with everything they believe or do. Both are nonsense. You don’t have to compromise convictions to be compassionate. – Rick Warren