A wanderer, smoker, tea drinker, free thinker, artist, tattoo collector, lover of outdoors. Most call me KD.
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
– Ezra Pound
How low is your self esteem?
How low could it possibly be?
And I know… I know you’re in love with me and I’ve been ignoring you
I will stop cutting my pants into shorts
I will address the issues I cannot ignore
And I will do the things I think you might like
And I will be alone probably the rest of my life
me: what are taxes and how do I pay them?
school system: worry not
school system: mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell
Nautica Elaine Woods, I Needed A Guarantee, Not A Hypothetical (via larmoyante)