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kate austin to seattle twenty-something southern belle from hell

[imagination]

[skull-heads]

[ihatemoe]

[kate-vixen]

Let me be your Valentine. <3 This scent is a sandalwood fragrance with a dominant cedarwood & sandalwood accord supplemented by a spicy cinnamon nutmeg complex with an earthy vetiver note

Top Note: sandalwood, cedarwood Mid Note: vetiver, nutmeg, cinnamon

Base Note: amber wood

https://maisonlouismarie.com/products/no-04-bois-de-balincourt-perfume-oil $57.00 

[robineisenberg]

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[jujurika]

[bringbackmyteenageyears]

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

[keys-and-doors]

[kate-vixen]

[yasyaskovsk]

[kate-vixen]

Journelle is a luxury lingerie store in New York, featuring luxury designer lingerie, bras, underwear, loungewear and accessories.

Retail therapy?

[mochipanko]

I don´t feel like going out today

so I´m going to stay and let it rain

[mochipanko]

omg this is on tumblr radar now!!!!! *___* i´m so flattered!!

[kate-vixen]

I moved my life 1800 miles on a 3 week notice. I did not tell my family until I was sitting in the terminal... in Denver. I moved because my life had done a 180. I did not recognize myself anymore. I was sleeping for 19 hours a day. I was unemployed. I was self-medicating with sex and drugs. I needed a change. I had used up all of my resources and the only thing left for me was toxicity. When I decided to move, it was the day that I drove myself in tears, on the phone with my mother, to a crisis center. Upon arrival and after evaluation, they concluded that I was not a harm to myself. Truly, I would not kill myself but all I wanted was for someone to listen. An unbiased person. Not my sister, not my brother, or coworker or friends who would simply say "it's okay, think on the bright side, maybe you should move back home, you'll be fine." I craved for someone to just shut up and listen. Instead they gave me a pamphlet of sliding-scale therapists in my area. Most had a 6 weeks to 6 months waiting list. I felt so alone. I packed up my entire life, sold my car, gave my cat to my friend and bought a one-way ticket. Now, here I am, in Seattle, still lost. The only thing that I want to do, move back to Texas, is the last thing that I want to do.

[littlealienproducts]

Screen Printed Bandanas by APPRVL

[textbook-graphics]

[ukyos]

[kate-vixen]

The Obsolete Man, The Twilight Zone, Season 2 Episode 29

"I'm told you've had counsel and been given orientation, Mr. Wordsworth, but i'm still not sure in my own mind that you understand the purpose of this hearing. The field investigators in your sector have classified you as obsolete. This finding carries with it serious implications. Do you understand that, Mr. Wordsworth? Now i'll ask you again your occupation?" "I am a librarian, sir. That is my occupation. That is my profession. If you people choose to call that "obsolete" request clarification of the term." "Yes, the term, Mr. Wordsworth, "you people"- you make reference to the state?" "I make reference to the state." "And you persist in declaring your occupation as being a librarian." "That is correct, sir." "A librarian- having to do with books." "Yes, sir, books." "But since there are no more books, Mr. Wordsworth, there are no more libraries. And, of course, it follows that there is very little call for the services of a librarian. Case in point: A minister. A minister would tell us that his function is that of preaching the word of god. And, of course, it follows that since the state has proven that there is no god, that would make the function of a minister somewhat academic, as well." "There is a god." "You are in error, Mr. Wordsworth. There is no god! The state has proven that there is no god!" "You cannot erase god with an edict!" "You are obsolete, Mr. Wordsworth. A lie." "No man is obsolete." "You have no function, Mr. Wordsworth. You're an anachronism, like a ghost from another time." "I am nothing more than a reminder to you that you cannot destroy truth by burning pages." "You're a bug, Mr. Wordsworth, a crawling insect; an ugly, misformed little creature who has no purpose here, no meaning." "I'm a human being. I exist! If I speak one thought aloud, that thought lives, even after i'm shoveled into my grave!" "Delusions, Mr. Wordsworth, delusions that you inject into your veins with printer's ink; the narcotics that you call literature- the bible, poetry, essays- all kind, all of it an opiate to make you think you have a strength when you have no strength at all. You have nothing but spindly limbs and a dream and the state has no use for your kind!" The Twilight Zone S2E29 1961