Wait. Wait. This is not my hat.
I am Katie. I go to grad school or something. I live in Virginia. You are now bored with this autobiography.
This is my Twitter, where I am annoying in shorter spurts.
This is my blog of poems and prose I like.
This is my blog of food that I've made.
Ask me a question here.
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(Some of your replies to my posts lately have me thinking I should clarify something I don’t really want to talk about: Pablo moved back to...
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Reasons I wish I was from The South
- Saying y’all all the time.
- Grits
- Sounding sincerely polite and friendly while being a bitch.
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I accidentally bought Oreos with birthday cake filling
life is hell
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I love Louis Black stand-up because he GIVES ZERO FUCKS and gets PASSIONATE about it and I feel like we could be friends
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Samuel L. Jackson in Jurassic Park (1993)
Life only provides you with a few truly great photos of yourself. They usually come via disposable cameras when you’re drunkenly holding your friend’s stuff outside the bathroom at a house party.
A full day of the horrors of clothes-shopping and all the three-way mirrors that come with it left me feeling pretty crappy so I futzed around in Photobooth until I got a good picture of myself because even a tiny vain self-affirmation can do a world of good for a self-image bent on self-destruction.
(Oversharing!)
Goodnight.
(via librariansoul)
GPOY
You don’t know me. I could be a bandit.
(via 18straightwhiskeys)
(via timvin)
GPOY
Age meme? I’m 22. She’s 1.5.
I spent all day hurriedly making hundreds of overly specific coffee beverages for assholes, and then I went running for the first time in weeks. She scratched some shit up and managed to get her collar off. I’m not sure which one of us is more accomplished.
