Katie. 23 ๐โ๏ธ๐โ๏ธ Seafarer. Follower of the One-eyed God and the Haltia of Tapiola. Iโm interested in true crime, mythology, and horror. Hit me up if ur looking for a gunslinger for hire. Ask me about the Waco siege. Message me ur credit card info so I can fund my epic poem about Robert Kardashian Sr. and the fall of the American empire.
“My Master does not ask that I bow my head,
He meets me eye to eye. And when we walk together I am not led, Down the twisting path we walk side by side. And when there is ground I fear to tread, He tells me fear is something we all must face, And sends his fire up my spine.”
The bumblebee movie was cute and I cried a lot. my little bro who used to play with transformers is all grown up and he’s the one I saw it with. But death to the technocracy also
Every time I talk to my roommate I feel my pineal gland calcify and my third eye close a little bit more
Last night she asked me how many days there are in a year and I said “why do you not know that?” and she said “why the fuck would I need to know that?”
She’s getting ready for work rn while listening to the Carrie Underwood song from the Super Bowl at full volume
She keeps hanging this shit up around the house
Last night she was telling me about a car accident she was in years ago and she said they had to use the “jar of live” and I was like. Do you mean the jaws of life and she said “you don’t know what the jar of life is?”
She’s sitting next to me scrolling through a facebook meme page scream laughing and showing me literally every post and saying “what’s wrong? Are you okay” if I don’t laugh hard enough
