Named Kate, currently drifting about semi-seamlessly in this messy, icky void we call life. Twenty-three. Likes dark lipstick, horror movies, and Spanish poetry. Obsessed with fandom & shipping, sharks, and outer space. Has mastered the fine art of reading while walking. Drives fast. Has no indoor voice. Likes traveling, hiking, and questioning the meaning of her existence. Gets into online fights about intersectional feminism, politics, and social justice.
Est. February 2016. People tell me I think too much (and, consequently, talk too much), so this is my outlet. My poor, beleaguered boyfriend is very grateful. It’s also a diary, a scrapbook, a photo album, a time capsule, and just generally a way of preserving some measure of my twenties online for me to look back and cringe at when I’m a super successful forty-something mom of two dogs with a nice car who has brunch on Sundays.
Mostly rants, musings, thoughts, and finger exercises for my incredibly rusty writing “skills”. Sometimes I talk about the places I’ve been because I like pretending to be a travel blogger. Photos are mine unless stated otherwise. Taken with an iPhone 6 or a Canon EOS 600D.
Why “Be Quiet Kate”?
As I said earlier, I talk way too much. Whenever I start to rant about politics, social justice issues, and the myriad of books and television series that I adore, this is what people usually say to me. Hence, the blog’s name.
Talk to me elsewhere:
(Will one day replace these selfies with full-on photos of myself. As of now, I’m still very vain and enjoy them, so.)