Katherine Frances's Blog, page 102
December 11, 2017
"You took a picture on a mountain to make yourself feel free. But real wildflowers hide in the forest..."
- Leah Stone (via lovelustquotes)
December 10, 2017
yvii7books:
Budapest
âVisceral Definitions by K-frances
Catch me on the gram @ night__fowl
I donât really plan to post...

Catch me on the gram @ night__fowl
I donât really plan to post writer things, but I just made a public personal instagram so I figured Iâd invite anyone to follow who wants to see my lame face
Why Are There No Female Lovable Scoundrels?
I had a realization the other night about âStrong Female Charactersâ ⢠and the apparent double standard of what we put up with in male characters vs female characters. The reason why, when we see a female character doing something stupid, we judge her so much more harshly and are willing to cut the male some slack.Â
And, okay, yes, misogyny. Yes, cultural norms and gender roles and generations of baggage. Yes.Â
But hereâs a thing thatâs super important that I think keeps getting overlooked: Strong Female Characters ⢠are never funny.Â
Like, look. We are willing to put up with all manner of shitty behavior from our male characters â brooding, mistake-making, emotionally reactive, illogical â because theyâre also usually funny and charming.Â
The reason why Guy A is a lovable scoundrel and Girl B is an irritating bitch is that Girl B takes herself so damn seriously. She doesnât seem fun to be around. Guy A is a terrible human and would make for an awful friend, but he seems fun.Â
Just something to think about when youâre looking at characterization, whether as a writer or media consumer.Â
Let your girls be funny. Let your girls be charming. It might make a big difference.Â
December 9, 2017
gentlemanuniverse:Sunday
sixpenceee:
A beautiful Victorian home in New England
by...
"In that year
We had an intense visitation
                  of energy
       ..."
We had an intense visitation
                  of energy
                    SIGNALS
   Â
When radio dark night existed
& assumed control, & we rocked in its web
consumed by static, & stroked w/fear
we were drawn down longÂ
from a deep sleep, & awakenâd
at dayfall by worried guardeners
& made to be led thru dew wet
jungle to the swift summit, o'er looking
The sea⦠.â
- Jim Morrison, âFar Arden,â Wilderness (via m-l-rio)









