my cat died.

So, for about 5 or 6 months now I've had this fake i-need-to-have-one-and-this-sounds-plausible life goal of someday having my own store, which under all circumstances involves clothes I make.
I don't know if it's my inability to figure out what the fuck else I could do with my life or if it really clicks, but I'm pretty sure my fake life goal is ( Read more... )

So you can mostly find me over here these days:
http://twitter.com/beccaleee

It's better for my lame 2 line posts I feel.

d-rank.

so far this is shaping up to be a fabulous midweekend.
low-key but fun.

the night was over, i instantly started to cry.

I'm back in Seattle. I'm really confused

woke up with a migraine. took advil. can't get back to sleep.

Thanks for pretty much fucking me over.

my sleep schedule is seriously fucked and I'm extremely unhappy about it.