I want to be a tree.


I am made of coffee, eyeliner, lipstick, books, poetry, literature in all forms, reclusiveness, anxious nerves, Veganism, musicals, combat boots, Paris, Audrey Hepburn, stories, wanderlust, notebooks, art, incense, croissants and orange juice on Saturday mornings, Sylvia Plath, words, stockings, melancholia, oceans, lace, velvet, and anything black.
I make lists in my sleep.
Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Kate. I have a bitter distaste for reality and society, and I want to be a tree, or a mermaid. But mostly a tree.
I wouldn't know who I am if I didn't write

Notes • Monday, July 25, 2011 • reblog this