"...out of sight, in between earth and sea, we shall fly..." - camelot
katy, neé kathryn // lover, dreamer, rainbow seeker
attempting to chronicle and capture the ways in which my life is beautiful
i like suspenders, showtunes, and road trips. i collect postcards and broadway LPs. let's go on an adventure!
I may not be much, but im all i ever think about.
they also went to the louvre together to, like, check out the dicks on statues for comparison just to calm scott the fuck down.
(i can just picture them, scott being his usual neurotic self, and ernest just like, ‘give me strength. are you fucking kidding me? i nearly died in the war. i have a fucking medal of bravery. and we’re looking at cocks together. gatsby can only take you so far, my friend. you better write another goddamn masterpiece soon.’)
9,189 playsbidi bidi bom bom
She feels in italics and thinks in capitals.Henry James (via thatkindofwoman)
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn’t even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day
(via bettydraperlookingpissed)Betty Draper Looking Pissed
when people i dont like touch me
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
n. the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life before you reach the end zone, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.