That awkward moment when you dress like an eight year old boy.
Came home for Memorial Day and my mom bought me a dress because she was worried about me.
I love that clothes are a coping mechanism for all Howarth women.
DONE WITH 543!!!!!!!!
I should get an actual hair cut or something soon.
anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
Dasss meh and Kyyyymmmm
Oh hey red head.
This is what finals has done to us.
I need to do laundry…. seriously… who owns yellow things?
Working on a monologue in my university’s fine arts building and everyone thinks I’m crazy and just talking to myself… oops.
DAMEN BALL FTW!!!
These are my eyes.
Only because my ask box has been filled.
This is also an old one an I have no make up on.
BUT I GIVE NO FUCKS ANON! NO FUCKS ARE GIVEN!!!
Things Kim writes me on notecards.
Alllllsssoooo.
I own about 5 of these white v necks, I don’t just keep wearing the same one.
Hi my name is Renee and I lack the ability to sit still and talk at the same time.
Also this is the accent challenge.
I didn’t have a knife so I ate this mango with my hands… I feel like a wild woman.
