Katie. Nineteen going on five. English major. Lover of writing, books, and adventure. Nerdfighter, Potterhead, Whovian, Sherlockian, Booshlr, treehugger, activist, Wilde child. Affinity for social justice and Africa. New Yorker by birth, currently a Mainer. Hoping to leave here soon and make the world my classroom.
I post and reblog an unholy amount of Supernatural related things. You have been warned. I am in love with crime shows and watch far too many of them. I have a great love for the game of baseball and my precious New York Yankees. Pinstripe pride, baby.
Huge fondness for Matthew Gray Gubler, Michael Fassbender, and Sebastian Roché. Larger than life affection for coffee ice cream, accents, a good pen, great conversation, and homoerotic subtext. Purveyor of glitter and sarcasm. Constant maker of new friends, permanent attachment to old friends. Walking through life with my hands open; I’ll let you know if I catch anything interesting.
David Bowie is one of the only constant men in my life (the other being this lovely lad who is one of my best friends ever), and the rest of my varied music taste is fabulous, too.
My blog is full of glitter and love and gratuitous use of my slash goggles. I’m also attached to my caps lock button. Don’t be frightened.
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I cannot actually be related to these people. You can be a Christian without going to church. Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, no more than sitting in a library for a long time makes you a book.