My Beautiful, Crazy Life

Katie. 22. Small town outside of Buffalo, NY. You can usually find me curled up with a good book and a glass of wine. I'm a traveling girl and this is my beautiful, crazy life.

Peace and Family
Human Rights and Photography
Motorcycles and Wine
Books and Music
Horses and Nature
Yoga and Meditation
Fashion and Teen Wolf
Supernatural and Leverage
Sons of Anarchy and Spartacus
Jack Johnson and Dierks Bentley

Associate Program Coordinator for I Am Syria Campaign:

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if you are not utterly heart melted by these two, what the fuck is wrong with you.

This is the cutest thing I have ever seen. 

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torn between letting my hair grow long like a mermaid’s or just cutting it all off

I feel ya girl. The struggle.


Syrians Honor Jim Foley

Image: Residents of Kafranbel, Syria pay tribute to Jim Foley, the American journalist executed by the Islamic State in Iraq and Syria. Via Kafranbel Syrian Revolution on Facebook. Select to embiggen.

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For Conservatives who still don’t understand the outrage over Michael Brown, just imagine he was a homophobe who lost his reality TV show.
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Best Winchester Brotherly Bonding Scenes 

The fact that they believe, together they could solve any problem. 

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Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.
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"One day I drove into the city to buy goods for my shop. I repaired antennas and satellite dishes, so I needed some replacement parts. But on the road there was a checkpoint for the Syrian government, and two soldiers came up to my car. They began to argue with each other. ‘Let’s take him,’ said one of them. 
'Let him go,' said the other. And they went back and forth, and back and forth. But finally the first man won the argument, and they took me out of my car, put a blindfold on me, and took me to jail. When I got to the jail, they began beating me with a cord. They asked me if I supported the rebels. I kept saying 'No,' but they kept beating me. They took off all my clothes. They said: 'We are going to whip you 35 times, and if you say 'ouch,' we will start from the beginning. They whipped me and kicked me and broke 3 of my ribs. 
They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers you’ve killed.’ 
I said: ‘None.’
They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers!”
I said: ‘None. I haven’t killed anyone.’
But they kept beating me and they ripped off my toenails and I screamed: ‘Eleven! Eleven! I killed eleven soldiers!’ So they put me into prison. But I never killed any soldiers. I never fought anyone. I’m a good person. I have a very sweet heart. You believe me when I tell you this, don’t you?”
(Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)