Crazy Filled Mind

The name is Kat. End of story ;D

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Honesty is my policy.

Solitude, depression and China are not a good combination.


Being in China these past few weeks, I have learned that this so called ‘life changing adventure’ I should be having has become a lesson in solitude.
Can I be with myself for long periods of time? Cause that’s the only person I hang out with at this school. I’ve always…

But she atleast has someone to actually talk to. I talk to myself majority of the time and keep company with myself. I wish I could hug you too and cry.

Thanks for the words of encouragement. I needed it. It’s going to be a rough four month. 

I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me

My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.

When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me

—   Rachel Wiley  (via howweknewit) Teared up a little bit. For all the Fat girls. And the not-fat girls. For the Girls. For everyone. (via cora-bora)

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i would take a bullet for you. Not in the head… But like, in the leg or something. And it’d have to be a nerf bullet.


Only because


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I Love My Docs! #drmartens #docmartens #england #boots #love

The things I discover on Tumblr amaze me every time.

If people saw the shit that pops up on this site…

Girl with a Bamboo Earring by Awol Erizku



Dumbfounded - Cellphone

My new summer jam~


I do love my body!
For the entire thing, go and watch the  video .


I do love my body!

For the entire thing, go and watch the video .

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