Hi, my name is Kelly and I'm a wild child. Really. Maybe. I don't know?
My LJ is listentokelly.
I once helped the Kirkland suite boys run their blog Notes from the Kirkland Suite.
ok so i made the mistake of standing on the beach in the dark and listen…….. listen. there is nothing that cares about you less than the ocean in the dead of night. it is tangible. you can’t fuckin see a thing. there is no horizon. it’s a ceaseless void and she cares for no one and loves nothing. you have to respect her bcs she clearly has no fuckin love for you and if she wanted she could take you and NO ONE WOULD KNOW
god i love reading about stupid drama in ancient greece. like there was an athlete named theagenes who was so good at every kind of athletic contest that when he died, one of his opponents would go to beat the shit out of a statue of him out of spite, but then one day the statue fell on the guy and killed him so the greeks took the statue to court for murder, convicted it, and threw it into the sea
i'm sad bc i love people who are far away from me... i'm delighted by the fact that i live in a world where i can love people who are far away from me... the conundrum of the day
have a new mug that I'm enamoured with like really enamoured and I just was taking it out of the dishwasher and before I put it in the shelf I said "hi baby" with like pure and childlike joy and then gave it a kiss. and like I didn't plan to kiss my lovely new ceramic mug but I did kiss it and I do love it and it's nice to have a spacious cream colored mug with a weird looking cat hand painted on it by someone like it makes me happy it's a small object and I smile when I see it.