I am madly in love with five people who are unaware of my existence.

I'm Katharine. I'm a ninteen year old with the heart of a child and the ambitions of someone who has lived a full life. My favorite things in the world are God, One Direction, cats, food and the tv show friends. I have an indescribable fascination with the night sky and I am unutterably intrigued by cities. I believe in magic and fairy tales, if I didn't my life would be awfully, painfully boring. I like to find the good in the world, it really is out there. I like kind people and strangers who strike up conversation for no reason. I like men that range from Chuck Bass to T Mills. I like writing more than anything else and etching my memories onto paper so they'll never escape me. I like Christmas lights and traditions. I like laughter and pure bliss for life. I like being weird and a little bit eccentric. I like words, especially the one euphoria. I am really rather impossible to figure out, but please don't give up on me.

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insecure-happiness:

don’t ever assume someone likes you because 10/10 times they don’t

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Anonymous asked: What makes your heart flutter?

The mystery of the stars in the sky, their orbs of light glistening over our world, covering us in blankets of brilliance. Smiles that turn into laughter bursting from somewhere inside not typically reached. Old boxes of pictures from times of red tap shoes and purple cat stickers. Sunny days when the world seems like it could never be wrong again. People that fill your lungs with something other than air, something magical, something that makes breathing exciting. Poems scrawled on looseleaf paper, ripped edges and all, poems about hearts and skies and hands. Words that tickle my tongue as they fall out and into the hands of people I love. Compliments out of the blue from strangers with happy eyes, forbidden love and free spirits. Rare people that understand even the most cluttered corners of my brain, city lights and uncharted territory. Tales of happy times and quotes that people live by. Letters written by hand- stained with life, daisies growing tall and proud in more than just soil, and you. 

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Tonight the thunder and lightning hold all of the adventure that I’m too terrified to embody. They’re screaming for me, clapping their hands in the dark night sky- taking pictures of their misfortunes, documenting them for those who can’t be there to see. I wish my heart was like the thunder, crashing and echoing so loud people could hear it for miles, but instead- it lies still in my bed, just below my tired eyes and speechless lips. I can feel my toes reaching for something to grasp onto, even just the edge of excitement, the foot of something other than my bed. The moon’s behind clouds and while my fingertips trace hearts on the palms of my own hands I delight in the fact that the moon is dancing with the stars tonight. And I can’t help but wonder if the moon is dancing for you, or if there are hearts in the palms of your hands. Maybe it’s just me who pulls poems out of my pockets and drops pennies for people to find. But I somehow know that you didn’t mean to drop my heart on the sidewalk like an old box of clothes. 

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