Hi, I'm Kayla.
20//Indiana//single
I dig: zombies, the paranormal, cats, Harry Potter, movies, intelligence, music, Aladdin, boys with scruffy facial hair, cemeteries, sweet tea, fireflies and moonlight, stars, space, the ocean, serial killers, huskies, fairytales, and tattoos.
I sing, I write, I bake, I draw, I photograph. I breathe and bleed art.
I want to open a bakery and sing in a band and get out of this state and start a family and cover my body in beautiful art.
I blog stupid beautiful things that I enjoy looking at. Most of which include cats, tattoos, Harry Potter, and Tom Felton/otherhotguys. I also post a lot of photos of my face, but that doesn't mean I like it.
If you like these said things or anything above, we should be friends. I love friends.
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You’re talking with bees dancing on your lips
Painting frantic lines of impatience across every word
Each syllable stinging
Humming
Buzzing
Fleeting into one ear and out of the other
These butterflies in my stomach have yet to die
After months of starvation and depravity
They’re consuming these broken emotions
You’re feeding me through the slit in the door
I can not carry you anymore
You have never carried me
I’m wasting away on ambition and hopes
An empty bottle and a hollow tank of gas
Heading nowhere, but getting everywhere
Eyes as dry as the desert in which I’m escaping to
The Valley of the Sun
Your heart
Your home
Your body carved from the very barren cracked earth I’ll walk on
I’m hung up on you
But you’ve hung up on me
0 notesA full length body sized paper bag…
with cut out eyes and a drawn on smile.
Life.
0 noteslet me just bring back my favorite post on tumblr ever
(Source: nikkipher, via theonlypadawanforme)
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where can I find one?!
Arizona boys, I hope you look like this. Because Indiana boys do not.
(via sydchristine)
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