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Kathleen
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Massachusetts

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photographer & painter & writer & hat creator &
dreamer & thrifter & coffee+tea drinker &
architecture major & concert-goer &
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LONG TIME, NO SEE

Blogging has been on the shelf for a while now, and I’m ready to dust off the cover and start the next chapter.

As I scrolled through my past posts, I realized how much my life has progressed and how much I have grown. In celebration of my new found enlightenment, I am going to begin a new blog.

I’m still in the conceptual stages of this process, but I am very excited for what is to come. If you’re interested in this new venture of mine, then keep your eyes peeled. I will be posting more information soon.

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Hi, I’m a #jewelry fiend.
#rings #turquoise #heart #opal #onyx #sterling #silver #gold #infinity #capecod #friendship #navajo #stones

Hi, I’m a #jewelry fiend.
#rings #turquoise #heart #opal #onyx #sterling #silver #gold #infinity #capecod #friendship #navajo #stones

This has recently become my new signature eye makeup 馃挏 #motd #makeup #smokyeye #turquoise #aqua 
Brands used for this look: #stila #urbandecay #makeupforever #mac #laurageller #benefit #tarte

This has recently become my new signature eye makeup 馃挏 #motd #makeup #smokyeye #turquoise #aqua
Brands used for this look: #stila #urbandecay #makeupforever #mac #laurageller #benefit #tarte

Blue eyes & waves.

Blue eyes & waves.

I’m having far too much fun right meow while I pretend that I’m a graphic designer. Did I fool you?

I’m having far too much fun right meow while I pretend that I’m a graphic designer. Did I fool you?

I know that with this thought rampaging through my mind, that I will not be able to sleep tonight.

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Then again, I haven’t been getting much sleep at all this month.

I WISH I COULD SAY WHAT I WAS ACTUALLY THINKING, BUT…

I closed my eyes and five minutes passed before they opened. A jumbled heap of unorganized words, I somehow formed into sentences. With fluidity and form they created a poem, yet now that I’ve imagined it, I seem unable to write it down. I feel that if this thought of mine is spread across a page, that it will be tangible, that it will be real. Therefore I keep it hidden in a far pocket of my mind, so that it stays a fantasy, a simple dream of mine.

it’s times like these that make me question literally everything.

(via lies-n-fish)

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emilydamnit:

“This is not what it is only baby scars, I need your love like a boy needs his mothers side”  Second and Sebring by Of Mice and Men
A lot of people have been asking me what this means to me, or why I got this tattoo.
I’m influenced by a lot of music, but hey, who isn’t? These lyrics stuck out the most. Not because my mother has passed away, but because I could never even imagine what it would be like. She has always been here for me by the end of the day. Whether it was self harm (as you can see), new medication, hospitalization, countless therapist and doctors, not eating, not sleeping and being both parents because I never had my real father around. I put it over a set of self harm scars, the ones that stuck out the most so I could look at the tattoo and see a wonderful song, instead of a bad time. So I could say ‘This shit isn’t deep, its nothing, it truly is only baby scars’ I hope whoever sees this can maybe think the same thing when they are in a rut. I’m not here for any ones attention, just here to help anyone I can.
PS if you are going to reblog this, Please keep this story here, Its part of the picture

emilydamnit:

鈥淭his is not what it is only baby scars, I need your love like a boy needs his mothers side鈥澛 Second and Sebring by Of Mice and Men

A lot of people have been asking me what this means to me, or why I got this tattoo.

I鈥檓 influenced by a lot of music, but hey, who isn鈥檛? These lyrics stuck out the most. Not because my mother has passed away, but because I could never even imagine what it would be like. She has always been here for me by the end of the day. Whether it was self harm (as you can see), new medication, hospitalization, countless therapist and doctors, not eating, not sleeping and being both parents because I never had my real father around. I put it over a set of self harm scars, the ones that stuck out the most so I could look at the tattoo and see a wonderful song, instead of a bad time. So I could say 鈥楾his shit isn鈥檛 deep, its nothing, it truly is only baby scars鈥 I hope whoever sees this can maybe think the same thing when they are in a rut. I鈥檓 not here for any ones attention, just here to help anyone I can.

PS if you are going to reblog this, Please keep this story here, Its part of the picture

Do you still think I’m cute?

Do you still think I’m cute?