katie.

random quote

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 18:58:25 GMT

all goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, / and to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. - walt whitman

ida maria

Wed, 22 Apr 2009 02:49:53 GMT

Oh the clever
Things I should say to you
They got stuck somewhere
Stuck between me and you

Oh I'm nervous
I don't know what to do
Light a cigarette
I only smoke when I'm with you

What the hell do I do this for?
You're just another guy
OK, you're kind of sexy
But you're not really special

But I won't mind
If you take me home
Come on, take me home

I won't mind
if you take off all your clothes
Come on, take them off

'Cause I like you so much better when you're naked
I like me so much better when you're naked
I like you so much better when you're naked
I like me so much better when you're naked

how much it hurts - just off turner

Fri, 06 Mar 2009 03:38:48 GMT

speak, speak your mind
your always telling me i need to open mine
and wait, wait your turn
then shut me out cause you've got nothing left to learn

oh, you say there's nothing wrong with being proud
so tell me what you love and say it loud
now here's the dose that you've been dishing out
if you're listening this is how much it hurts
if you're listening this is how much it hurts

oh, I'm wrong
i'm wrong again
but not because of where i stand but where i've been
and it burns
oh, you know it burns like hell
to know there's nothing i can do but wish you well

you say there's nothing wrong with being proud
so tell me what you love and say it loud
i've been good enough to stay and hear you out
but you're wrong
you're never wrong

oh, you say there's nothing wrong with being proud
ya, so tell me what you love and say it loud
i've been giving you the benefit of the doubt

if you're listening this is how much it hurts
if you're listening this is how much it hurts
if you're listening this is how much it hurts
if you're listening this is how much it hurts

such great heights - postal service

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 03:36:41 GMT

i am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
in our eyes are mirror images and when
we kiss they're perfectly aligned
and i have to speculate that God himself
did make us into corresponding shapes like
puzzle pieces from the clay
true, it may seem like a stretch, but
its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
head when you're away when i am missing you to death
when you are out there on the road for
several weeks of shows and when you scan
the radio, i hope this song will guide you home

they will see us waving from such great
heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

i tried my best to leave this all on your
machine but the persistent beat it sounded
thin upon listening
that frankly will not fly. you will hear
the shrillest highs and lowest lows with
the windows down when this is guiding you home

beloved.

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 02:56:13 GMT

Sethe, if I'm here with you, with Denver, you can go anywhere you want. Jump, if you want to, 'cause I'll catch you, girl. I'll catch you 'fore you fall. Go as far inside as you need to, I'll hold your ankles. Make sure you get back out. I'm not saying this because I need a place to stay. That's the last thing I need. I told you, I'm a walking man, but I been heading in this direction for seven years. Walking all around this place. Upstate, downstate, east, west; I been in territory ain't got no name, never staying nowhere long. But when I got here and sat out there on the porch, waiting for you, well, I knew it wasn't the place i was heading toward; it was you. We can make a life, girl. A life.

the lion, the witch and the wardrobe .

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 03:04:26 GMT

I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been - if you've been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.

tiger lily - matchbook romance

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 03:36:20 GMT

we drive tonight,
and you are by my side.
we're talking about our lives,
like we've known each other forever.
the time flies by,
with the sound of your voice.
its close to paradise,
with the end surely near.
and if i could only stop the car
and hold onto you,
and never let go (and never let go)
i'll never let go (i'll never let go)
as we round the corner
to your house
you turned to me and said,
"i'll be going through withdrawal of you
for this one night we have spent."
and, i want to speak these words
but i guess i'll just bite my tongue,
and accept "someday, somehow"
as the words that we'll hang from.

and i, i don't want to speak these words.
'cause i, i don't want to make things any worse.
and i, i don't want to speak these words.
'cause i, i don't want to make things any worse.

why does tonight, have to end?
why don't we hit restart,
and pause it at our favourite parts.
we'll skip the goodbyes.
if i had it my way,
i'd turn the car around and runaway,
just you and i.

and i, i don't want to speak these words.
'cause i, i don't want to make things any worse. (any worse)
and i, i don't want to speak these words
'cause i, i don't want to make things
and i, i don't want to make things any worse

the crying of lot 49 BY thomas pynchon

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 02:25:18 GMT

She was overcome all at once by a need to touch him, as if she could not believe in him, or would not remember him, without it.

Pretty muchh the only line that stood out to me in this book.
I wish we could read more interesting and modern books in class.
I dislike postmodernism.

lois <333

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 02:04:36 GMT

i don't do too well with fortune tellers .. the last one i went to see told me that i was destined to fall for a guy who flies a lot and likes to wear tights. so i'm just waiting for my cross-dressing pilot to make his landing.

Spenser

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 22:00:11 GMT

And after him she rode with so much speede
     As her slow beast could make; but all in vaine:
     For him so far had borne his light-foot stede,
     Pricked with wrath and fiery fierce disdaine,
     That him to follow was but fruitlesse paine;
     Yet she her weary limbes would never rest,
     But every hill and dale, each wood and plaine
     Did search, sore grieved in her gentle brest,
He so ungently left her, whom she loved best.

This is what we read in Children's Lit.

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 19:26:06 GMT

By far, my favourite version of Little Red Riding Hood.

The Little Girl and the Wolf
by James Thurber

One afternoon a big wolf waited in a dark forest for a little girl to come along carrying a basket of food to her grandmother. Finally a little girl did come along and she was carrying a basket of food. "Are you carrying that basket to your grandmother?" asked the wolf. The little girl said yes, she was. So the wolf asked her where her grandmother lived and the little girl told him and he disappeared into the wood.

When the little girl opened the door of her grandmother's house she saw that there was somebody in bed with a nightcap and nightgown on. She had approached no nearer than twenty-five feet from the bed when she saw that it was not her grandmother but the wolf, for even in a nightcap a wolf does not look any more like your grandmother than the Metro-Goldwyn lion looks like Clavin Coolidge. So the little girl took an automatic out of her basket and shot the wolf dead.

Moral: It is not so easy to fool little girls nowadays as it used to be.

** There was another story where Little Red Riding Hood "whips a pistol from her knickers" to kill the wolf. Oh, so funny.

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 23:45:59 GMT

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

such a sad song

the truth is in the words .

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 05:06:07 GMT

Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello.

into the wild / jon krakauer

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 20:54:35 GMT

A part of a letter Chris McCandless wrote to a friend.
... You had a wonderful chance on your drive back to see one of the greatest sights on earth, the Grand Canyon, something every American should see at least once in his life. But for some reason incomprehensible to me you wanted nothing but to bolt for home as quickly as possible, right back to the same situation which you see day after day after day. I fear you will follow this same inclination in the future and thus fail to discover all the wonderful things that God has placed around us to discover. Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon...
You are wrong if you think Joy emanates only or principally from human relationships. God has placed it all around us. It is in everything and anything we might experience. We just have to have the courage to turn against out habitual lifestyle and engage in unconventional living.
My point is that you do not need me or anyone else around to bring this new kind of light in your life. It is simple waiting out there for you to grasp it, and all you have to do is reach for it. The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances...

eat, pray, love / elizabeth gilbert

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 17:32:18 GMT

When you're lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wondered a few feet off the path, thats you'll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it's time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.

the nicest thing .

Fri, 16 May 2008 02:25:04 GMT

all i know is that you're so nice
you're the nicest thing I've seen
i wish that we could give it a go
see if we could be something

i wish i was your favourite girl
i wish you thought i was the reason you are in the world
i wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
i wish the way that i dressed was your favourite kind of style

i wish you couldn't figure me out
but you always wanna know what i was about
i wish you'd hold my hand
when I was upset
i wish you'd never forget
the look on my face when we first met

i wish you had a favourite beauty spot
that you loved secretly
'cause it was on a hidden bit
that nobody else could see
basically, i wish that you loved me
i wish that you needed me
i wish that you knew when i said two sugars,
actually i meant three

i wish that without me your heart would break
i wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
i wish that without me you couldn't eat
i wish i was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

look, all i know is that you're the nicest thing i've ever seen
and i wish that we could see if we could be something
yeah i wish that we could see if we could be something

Your girl is lovely, Hubbell.

Sat, 10 May 2008 03:03:57 GMT

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we were old? Then we could say we survived all this. Everything thing would be uncomplicated, the way it was when we were young?

Katie, it was never uncomplicated.

birds.

Sat, 03 May 2008 22:21:26 GMT

Right, birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head,
And they can almost fly into your eye,
And make you feel well scared.
But when you look at them
And you see that they're beautiful,
That's how I feel about you.
Right, that's how I feel about you.

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 23:49:37 GMT

Someone asked me the other day if my glass was half empty or half full. I was going to say it's empty, but that's not completely true. My life isn't void and I have my happy moments; but they usually just seem to disappear, or get worse. So, my glass is cracked. Yes, cracked. It gets filled up with happiness and hope, but it always ends up escaping my grasp. It always ends up emptying out. It will never be full because it's always leaking. And one day, it will get thrown away, because no one wants a broken glass. Yeah, that's right. I'm broken.

There is always someone out there who has it worst off then you. But that doesn't change the fact that you're broken. I've let these cracks define who I am and I've gotten so use to living this way. How do you change who you've become? Is it possible to walk away from everything you know and just start over? Should we walk away, or stay and fight to be free from this chain? We're all broken and we'll probably never be fixed. The best thing to do in this situation called life is to just walk away. There is only so much we can do to hide it. It'll all be revealed in time. You may think you have it worst then me .. You just don't know my story.

my name, my life .

Thu, 07 Feb 2008 20:17:15 GMT

the nightmares, the bad dreams, have become reality
at least inside my mind, yeah
but no words that you say could ever make me wanna change
forgive me, not when it comes to this crime

i met her, before you, she wore the sweetest perfume
her scent reminds me of our first date
i still taste our last kiss , her name still falls from my lips
she burns just like an old flame

hey hey i shouldn't speak her name
but she's always on my mind
hey hey i wouldn't make you change
so don't expect me to try

every fault, every flaw, your picture's still on my wall
there's not a thing about you that i would change
say goodnight, say goodbye, i'll think of you when i'm high
i know someday you'll be doing the same

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 22:36:24 GMT

because i said so ...

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 17:12:47 GMT

You did not have me the moment that we met because I'm not even sure I like the fact that your staff talked about you behind your back at the dessert table. And excuse me but truth be told I didn't like anything that you ordered for me on our first date except the calamari. And ok fine, yes, it was nice to not have to think for a change. But who wants someone that doesn't think? Look! And sometimes you laugh when I cry, and you say "huh" when I make perfect sense. And never ever in my life have I burnt a chocolate suffle until now, and that in and of itself... oh my god. Should have told me I don't feel like myself around you.

v.

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 23:22:19 GMT

a revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having .

dwayne.

Fri, 25 Jan 2008 04:17:49 GMT

do what you love and fuck the rest .

the wizard of oz.

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 21:32:29 GMT

Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable.

A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others.