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She's a psycho from a midwest suburb. No straight jacket could hold her. . . . . . #straightjacket #quinnxcii #bathroomselfie #basicbitch #happythursday #tattoos #blindbitchgang #hairasdarkasmysoul #instamood #style #styling #workit #fashionable #sometimes #happy #photooftheday #morphe #sweaterdress #makeuplife #pose #slay #morphenatureglow #eyeshadow #instamakeup . . . Wearing: @charlotterusse https://www.instagram.com/p/BrVfFmdhLkn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1x3cn0fyvlp6s

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Many have an image of me, but few get the picture. . . . . #mood #openyoureyes #perception #instapic #hairasdarkasmysoul #alldresseduptogonowhere #blindbitchgang #anchor #tattoo #vibe #style #styling #feelingmyself #curls Wearing: @charlotterusse https://www.instagram.com/p/BrVjQWXhx9n/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1x09yzzuj8lxs

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Life isn't perfect, but your hair, outfit and makeup can be. . . . . . . . #mirrorselfie #basicbitch #blindbitchgang #blindbitch #hoesdontgetcold #justkidding #thisonedoes #hairasdarkasmysoul #longhair #tattoosleeve #tattooed #curls #beachwave #thistookthreehours #anchor #shipwheel #style #stylin #fashion #makup #makeupoftheday #makeupaddict #bathroomselfie #itsallaboutthefilterbaby Wearing: @charlotterusse Eyeshadow: @morphebrushes Tattoos: @kavegonzalez Glassss: @rayban Attitude: in full swing today https://www.instagram.com/p/BrkyGeWB8vI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cr5f2gq3tuix

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Katastrophe

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When it's simply too late.

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Katastrophe

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Sneak peek from my very first book "Katastrophe"

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He is the smoke in my lungs, made from the fire in his soul. I'd breathe him in until I'm derived of oxygen.

-K

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Shout out to @thoughtcatalog for my very first featured post! Go check it out!

XOXO

-K

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Always be Watching, and Always be Listening

If I'm in a crowded room, not saying much, don't get the impression that I'm shy. Believe me when I say that I am far from shy. In fact, I love interacting with people. Well, at least, those I can relate with.

You learn a lot about someone by their body language, and how they speak to other people. The look in their eyes if they have bead intentions. The eyebrow raises. Their word choice. Everything.

I'm an observer. I watch how you interact with other people, first. And if my intuition tells me that something is off. And if I tell you how I feel about that person. Be cautious.

Because my intuition is never wrong.

-K

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And I can't help but look at every single person and think 'I wonder what their story is. How did they get here?' And then I hope with every part of my being that their story isn't as tragic as mine.

-K

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The shortest of sentences can carry the weight of a novel. Like when he told me he knew what he wanted, but it just wasn't me.

-K

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Guiding Hands and Silent Tongues

Word travels like wildfire in a small town, getting worse everytime the story is told. I've heard many different things about what happened that night. All except the truth.

"What a slut."

"What was she wearing?"

"She was probably asking for it."

"Whore."

"Nasty."

"Dirty."

"Disgusting."

Shall I continue?

When the lights went out, and you gave me that last shot, you chose my fate. It was merely minutes before I couldn't move, my body way paralyzed. And thats what you wanted, wasn't it? Someone who was dead on the inside, and the outside.

I wanted to scream, as loud as I could. But nothing would come out. All I could do was cry until it all went dark. And at that moment, I never wanted to see the light again.

I "shouldn't have given him the wrong impression," they said.

"Be more careful next time," they said.

"Boys will be boys," they said.

And I hated you for making me deal with that. I hated you for making it my fault. I hated you for making me feel so ashamed to be in my own skin. I hated you because you stole my voice, and my dignity. And I'll never know if you feel bad for what you did.

I just assume you don't.

-K

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In this lifetime, you'll give and give and give until there is nothing left for them to take. Until you're left empty. You'll find yourself standing inbetween the cross fires of what you want and what you need. And through all of the madness of trying to separate the two, you'll soon forget if neither one of them benifitted you to begin with. You'll forget that you have to let go of the wrong things in your life to get to the right things. But what if they weren't necessarily wrong? What do we do if the battle between what we want and what we need are becoming one in the same? What do we do when we need our wants to survive? What if either way, by letting go, we lose?

- K

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The Art of Deception

All things, good and bad, start with an introduction. Or in this case, multiple introductions. I always find myself thinking about the billions of people roaming the world, and how most of them are introductions that never come to be anything more, or anything less. And how for some reason, out of all of my countless introductions, these ones became so much more important than the rest. There are roughly 7 billion people in this world, so why was I placed here, in this exact place? Out of all of the times or places I could have ended up, why here? Why now?

But the one question that eats at me the most is; why are we given things to love, but ultimately, we’ll have to lose? We fight everyday to get the things we want, but we can never keep them. I’ve realized throughout my life that I was given a life that was simply meant to be broken, just like the rest of you. And the people in my life were specifically chosen to break me one way or the other, and some were chosen to help put me back together. Troubled souls are often brought together to change each other's lives for better, or for worse. These people will change your life and then they will leave. You see, that's the one quality every last one of us possesses. The one thing we all know to be true about ourselves.

We are all someone's temporary moment. Everything was made for us to lose. Some temporary things or moments last just a little longer than others, and that is the sad reality. People come and go every day, to make you see the world differently. To teach you some sort of life lesson. But none of them will affect you as much as the one who changed every part of you, formed a whole new mold of your being, and then carelessly shattered it without second thought. You see, we learn all of our most valuable life lessons through turmoil. We develop from the bad. Like a lotus flower, growing from the mucky waters. But I'm having a hard time finding the good in this. I'm struggling in finding the good in her goodbye. 

- K

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I believed them when they said that sandbox love never dies. That is, until I watched a poison turn our sandbox love into a casket heartbreak

-K

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The Ill Mind of an Overthinker

Our mind is a dysfunctional atlas. It has unlimited shortcuts and pitstops. It is filled with conniving detours and one-way roads that lead you in the wrong direction. There, you will find mountains made out of mole hills, and rivers made from everyone’s broken promise that we held close. There is a compass that has been worn off the page, so we often lose our sense of direction. So we’ll close our eyes, place our fingers on the map, and that is how we choose our destination. By random. And we will construct every possible route to get us there. Because we can’t have a single thought and simply let it disappear. 

No.

You see, when we think, we obsess. And when we obsess, we find every reason as to why it will go wrong, we’ll make the wrong turn, and we’ll get lost. Many times.

So when we break down on the way, just know that it was because we were so obsessed with getting there, that we forgot to stop and fill up with gas. And we can never get to where we want to go, because we are constantly running on empty.  

 -K