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.
If you're dying to know more about me (and I know you are), you can click here or here.
Bon Iver, Bon Iver is a really good album and I feel bad for downloading it since it was leaked on iTunes but akljlejr whatever I needed to hear it and it’s all kinds of awesome
MOLD. IN MY FUCKING ROOM. LET ME JUST LIVE IN A BUBBLE OKAY.
Laurel and I had fantastic time reading through Lady of Sorrow
THEY WERE COOKED SEVEN MINUTES ON HIGH
LIKE THE SONGBIRD HERALDING THE DAWN
everything smells like chicken and/or cow shit
i have a terrible headache
first world problems la la la
also i tried to get ‘a game of thrones’ on ebay but i was outbid so screw you outbidder