Katelan's Blog

I'm a writer who does some designing too. This is a bit of my work, my life, and a lot of what inspires both.


I'm on Twitter: @kalivia and Instagram: @katelanalivia. And you can find some of my work at my website.
Aug 8 '14
Optimism sprouts from the knowledge that you are in control of your own life, not your past and not those around you. Part of being in control is taking responsibility for how you feel.

Augusten Burroughs (via thehousewelivein)

Preach Brotha

(via kodycunningham)

(via kodycunningham & thehousewelivein)

Aug 4 '14
I wrote about turning 25…a quarter century of lessons in a 2-minute read: https://medium.com/p/3037ace48787

I wrote about turning 25…a quarter century of lessons in a 2-minute read: https://medium.com/p/3037ace48787

Tags: aging 20-something medium

Aug 1 '14
Sky blooms

Sky blooms

Jul 31 '14
Easy to get lost in a place like that.

Easy to get lost in a place like that.

Jul 31 '14

(via hitrecord)

Jul 23 '14
Loving this cover design. #vscocam #lastbookstore #dtla  (at The Last Bookstore)

Loving this cover design. #vscocam #lastbookstore #dtla (at The Last Bookstore)

Tags: dtla vscocam lastbookstore

Jun 25 '14
hitrecord:

“Leaving”

Arts I made on hitrecord

hitrecord:

Leaving

Arts I made on hitrecord

(via hitrecord)

Jun 2 '14
Am I dreaming?

Am I dreaming?

May 26 '14
All short stories should end with a discussion question. Thank you for tackling real world dilemmas with such grace, @picturesoftext.

All short stories should end with a discussion question. Thank you for tackling real world dilemmas with such grace, @picturesoftext.

Apr 20 '14

Scatterbrain

Everything is happening

All of the time.

How are we ever 

Supposed to grab hold

Of any of it?

Tags: napomo National Poetry Month

Apr 19 '14

Resurrections

Today

I helped an old woman

Cross the street

After I lied to her 

About being a Christian.

Only because she seemed so

Prematurely excited to wish me

"Merry Christmas,"

And then right away, “Happy Resurrection Day.”

It’s April.

She was confused.

I was too when she asked

So blatantly.

And I paused for longer than is natural

Before I decided to

Reassure with a Yes and a grinning nod,

Not patronizing.

I was aiming for reassuring.

But her knowing me 

As someone I’m not is not something

I’m proud of.

Tags: napomo National Poetry Month

Apr 18 '14

Pen Pal

Tell me you’re

On the other side

Of this

And I’m not just

Screaming out echoes

Onto the walls

Where I’ve inked my hopes

And my dreams

Because that’s what

people do when

They can’t live them.

And you told me I couldn’t 

Right now

So I should write them

Down instead and

I guess

Wish on them 

Like stars

And now they’re

Galaxies away

And I’m shouting up at them

Only to be met by my

Own meak voice

Leaping back.

And I sound fucking

Horrible.

Smaller than I’ve ever been

And getting infinitesimal

By the second.

I don’t know why words

Sound better from a stranger.

Perhaps because talking

to yourself

Can make a person feel the most

Lonely

If not, insane

But your gospel is

What cast me in here

From the start.

Tags: napomo National Poetry Month

Apr 17 '14

Up Next

Hell
Is waiting
For anything. 
We are dying right 
Now
And that’s all 
I can think of
While we’re waiting
Here
For a table,
For it to stop raining,
For the right moment,
For love to feel different,
For our lives to look like
How we imagined
Before we realized the only
Thing getting in our way 
Is the waiting.

Tags: napomo National Poetry Month

Apr 16 '14

Hot Ass (but not like how you think)

my ass
squished on hot cement
is one of my favorite feelings
that I’ll ever feel

because you know how 
when the sun just bakes it—
the concrete—
and every sidewalk hold onto the heat like
there’s a furnace under there

and I’ve always been 
a cold person
most might agree, thinking
I mean that as a testament to
my character, 
but I mean physically

a stiff wind 
even on a summer day
it goes right through me
always has
and I’m cold through every bone
and my butt
on the hot cement is the only cure

a decade and a half ago
after a swim
in the water that was always too too cold
we’d jump out of the pool and 
make butt marks
(they kind of looked like butterflies)
on the concrete
one after the other in a row
until out bikini bottoms dried
up and we couldn’t take the heat anymore

today
after being stuck inside 
the blistering A/C
in an uncomfortable office chair
with no reprieve
I fled to a cement bench
while I waited for the train
It had been cooking in 
the sun all day just for me
and my butt to sit on it

Tags: napomo national poetry month

Apr 15 '14

image

Free Fall

What if one day 
gravity went wonky
and the power 
that keeps us down 
on Earth
and the Earth floating 
in space
cut us off
and we all floated up 
to the edge of the sky
while the globe plummeted 
straight down
and down and down?

Tags: napomo national poetry month

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