AT DA LAUNDROMAT WIT MY BOI.

CITY LYFE, WHADDUP.

Seriously though, it costs so much. T____T 

I’m trying to plan outfits for my 3 days in disneyland next week and I’m just giving up.

It’d be ridiculous for me to wear any type of heel, huh?

I’m so stuck. I hate clothes. AND MY BODY. 



It better be the damned happiest place on earth.  

Starting to dig my darker hair. And the natural look.


Also, I can’t rep the west side properly.
I suck.


Goodnight.

Dranking beers. And then margaritas.

The night has just begun.

This is Charlie. 

He’s tiny.

He says Hi. 

The only things in my fridge.