my name is kaitlin. i'm a high school senior, a feminist, and in love with movies and paintings. my blog mostly consists of pictures i like and little (or big!) rants about whatever is on my mind.

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go to my new blog

www.lionsoup.tumblr.com

hey tumblr folk, so i made a new blog. i don’t really know why since it’s basically going to be the same as the one i have now. probably more feminism and text posts. who knows though. even though my blog right now is pretty personal, this one might be personal in a different way? i don’t know guys. i wanted something fresher! feel free to follow it :)

<a href=”http://lionsoup.tumblr.com/>new blog</a>

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too afraid to post this on facebook because i edited it a lot and people tend to judge or whatever, but i thought it looked hot 

too afraid to post this on facebook because i edited it a lot and people tend to judge or whatever, but i thought it looked hot 

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I typed this on my typewriter after my friend called me on the phone crying

mariannapaige:

I typed this on my typewriter after my friend called me on the phone crying

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i’m so interested in being with someone. i fall in love with people so easily. but then as soon as i have them i push them away and put up this wall. there’s this constant battle in me. i want to let someone in, but then my guard comes up. it’s so hard and it’s making me super depressed. because i know i’m capable of loving, but my love isn’t guaranteed. i’m the type of person who would wake up one morning and feel differently. i’m the worst kind of person in the world.  i don’t know if i’m emotionally unavailable, or just fucked right up. and i just don’t know why, but i can never stay in love with someone. because i can’t stand knowing i’m loved back, that i’m worth something, that someone is afraid to lose me. everyone wants that right? why can’t i want that? why does it just make me feel like i’m being suffocated instead.

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child

I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore. Kurt Vonnegut, Unready to Wear    (via barbieandken)

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