I’m Katy. 25 years of age. Hostile. Walking disaster. Born and bred in Canadia. Drinks well with others.

After a three year sting in the Amazon, rehabilitating mute Macaws, I decided to return to my roots; the arts. I tried my hand at writing post colonial nihilist poetry, and singing at a local coffee shop, but I realized that my true passion was in the visual arts, creating something that my mind perceives and my hands can create.


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aliciavikander:

TIS THE SEASON!


slutinprada:

“For what it’s worth… it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit. Start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you’ve never felt before. I hope you meet people who have a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start over again.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald


dobbio:

In my defence, the moon was full and I was left unsupervised.

#me n katy


shantisheaan:

Kisses, pencil on paper 2014. Shanti Shea An.


amidstsilence:

| Solitude |

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Almost done with my concentration!


delta-breezes:
“Corla | @thelittlethings_love
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glindatiggular:

i was never the alpha of the house.


charlesxaviers:

I love you.

I know.


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