my name is kat and i am 6 years away from legally being able to drink
I am an awkward looking version of phoebe tonkin who has an undying love for japanese food, frank ocean, candles and james franco.
oh and my garbage goes out more than I do.
hush little white girl don’t you cry
daddy’s gonna buy you an iphone 5
“Go fetch!” i say to my dog as I throw a stick. he stares at me blankly for a few seconds. i encourage him to fetch again. he looks me dead in the eye and says “stop trying to make fetch happen” then walks away
hmm my grandfather “can’t remember” where he was on the night of september 7th 1996, the night tupac was shot. i’m kind of suspicious tbh
i’ve got 99 problems and being a decaying organism that’s born to die in a society run by money that i can’t escape is one of them