catch me
catch me
catch me
i can't wait to see you

i would love to wake up to
you every morning,
to be quite honest.

university is such an ugly word
for such a pretty person,
don't you think?
i like how you talk in riddles
but they aren't really riddles to me

they're you.

ever since we met
my one regret is you

things that happened in 2010

1. school sucked but then it ended and i cried.
2. my cousin died in a car crash april 10
3. my cousin got married to someone i don't like
4. summer started and imissedyou.
5. he came back and we broke up.
6. because i cheated.
7. i didn't mean to isn't going to work anymore and i realized i regretted losing him.
8. i found a new boyfriend who had been there the whole time.
9. he loved me and he patched up all of the wounds i had.
10. i broke his heart.
11. i spent christmas without either of them and you are going to break my heart. i'm going to break you're heart. but we'll keep going with stitches and transplants and absolutely no chance of stopping.

HI, so I've been getting a lot of friend requests on my livejournal & I redirected them HERE. SO PLEASE STOP WITH THE REQUESTS. I still love you though.

catch me if i'm falling. catch me because i'm falling down on you.

I think when you're young, all you want to be is to be noticed. Seven letters, two syllables. That's why we dye our hair crazy colors and get drunk at parties. That's why we sleep with someone we're not in love with and it's why we buy things we don't need. Because all you can think about is, hey, this is going to make me cool. Noticed. Popular. Loved. Adored. I'll have people I can depend on.

But people lie and people cheat and people steal, but they do this all while trying to be there for you but they are not. They're just not there because they're out there lying cheating stealing their way through life.

Maybe when I'm old I'll look back on my life as a teenager and think, you know what? I did a pretty fucking good job for being so screwed throughout life.

And maybe when I'm old I'll finally appreciate who I am and who my friends are and the people I love and the boyfriends and the best friends and the strangers. Because right now, I don't. I don't appreciate you. I can't depend on you. So I'm screwed and I did a pretty fucking good job.

You know how in high school they tell you how important a college essay is? They say it's going to get you in the best universities in the state. They say, you need to show your true colors. YOU NEED TO SHOW WHO YOU ARE. But I can't because they never taught me to say who I really am. They taught me how long an indent is and how long journalistic style paragraphs should be and hey, you know, I don't give a fuck about your writing as long as you write by the book. By the book of words and oxford commas and periods and semicolons (my favorite of the english language) and parentheses. So, I lost where I was going, but I think I was talking about writing about yourself.

Hi, my name is Katherine and I have the stupidest most ignorant
Hi, my name is Kat and I wish I could be someone else when I'm writing this but fuck it, I cna;t. And I should n't say fuck either because this is probably a big time college professor reading this and thinking, fuck she's not going to go anywhere. But I will go somewhere and YOU'LL SEE MY FACE. I promise.
Hi, my name is Katherine and you want me to write about who I am. Okay, I can do that. My name is Katherine. It's nice to make you acquaintance, I don't know who I am yet but when I do, because I will and you should, I'll let you know.

Maria says she's dying, through the door I hear her crying. Why? I don't know.
Round here we always stand up straight. Round here something radiates.
Well, Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand. Said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis. And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land, like she's walking on a wire in the circus.
She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off. Says she's close to understanding jesus.
She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood and she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous.
She said it's only in my head. She said shh, I know it's only in my head.
But the girl on the car in the parking lot says, hey man you should take a shot. Can't you see my walls are crumbling? And she looks up at the building, says she's thinking of jumping. Says she's tired of life. She must be tired of something.

"

I’m the ghost in the bed.you can touch because i can’t rest. and the lights are always off so I can mold you in the dark.i can shape and pretend.”i just want to have a good time, just like everybody else, but i don’t want to fall apart.

"

whisper babe..i’m as good as it gets in this town.whisper babe..i’m a fever you can’t sweat out. these are my deepest thoughts and secrets under a microscope or under a spotlight.forgive me if i’m not quite ready to give them to you.it’s just such a different feeling..when i see you smiling and singing back to me,i’m still playing different pictures in my head that aren’t so pleasant.i’m doing my best now to live in the song and not just the meaning…

"

 

The moon bred new Atlantic life tonight.the salt burned you right out of my eyes.and secrets we’re not proud of were taken with the tide. We were all newborns with blurred vision and no sense of direction.

Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath.
this is why I walk to the ocean.swim with jellyfish.I may never get this chance again.

this is why if you want to kiss you should kiss.
If you want to cry you should cry, and
if you want to live you should live.
You don’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia.it’s for lovers (orjustfriends) This is why I do it.

my favorite memory of you

is racing to their house
and we were running on the street
and it was winter
i didn't win
but i felt really alive

and i bet you didn't even know that

"What happens to us when we die: an informal poll.
Theory #1: The Christians are right. There's a big guy with a white robe and a long, flowing beard and a devil with a pitchfork, and depending on whether you've been bad or good, you'll wind up playing a harp with the angels or burning in the everlasting fires of hell, both of which sound sucktastic.
Theory #2: The Jews are right, and when you die there's nothing, so you better have gotten plenty to eatin this life.
Theory #3: The Muslims are right, and I am in for serious black-eyed virgin time. Then again, I've got black eyes and am a virgin, so I may be in some serious trouble once I kick.
Theory #4: The Buddhists and Hindus are right. This life is one of many. You just go on working through your karmic baggage until you get it right. So be nice to that cockroach. That could be you someday.
Theory #5: The UFO crazies are right, and we are all one big experiment for a race of superaliens who like to sit around in the alien aquivalent of the Barcalounger, sipping a brew and watching those wacky humans get up to the nuttiest sorts of hijinks. And when we buy the farm, they swoop down in the mother ship and take us back to Planet Z and the primordial ooze.
Theory #6: Nobody knows shit."

- Going Bovine by Libba Bray.

i know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends

when i first met you i knew you were the one
till you took me home and i met her
she had your boxers on
she was listening to your song
and i thought right then that you had everything


but i knew
she was jealous from the start
yeah i knew
she was jealous from the start


'cus i know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends
oh i know better than that i know better
you play the victim and i'll be the bad guy
i know better than that, i know better


we started hanging around after 9
i couldve sworn that i was yours
you looked at me and said
its a little too late for bed
we went to a hotel and
talked about everything


but i knew
she was jealous from the start
yeah i knew
she was jealous from the start




cos i know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends
oh i know better than that i know better
you play the victim and i'll be the bad guy
i know better than that, i know better




YOU PLAY THE VICTIM AND I'LL BE THE BAD GUY.

"i'm not mad. i just hate you right now."
please don't tell me i'm yours you're mine you just wont admit it.
note to self: guys lie. guys live. guys aren't always totally worth it. but some don't, some really do, and some are.
i guess i need to learn how to differentiate between them?
you've seen me without make up on and looking more beautiful than i ever have, i know because you told me..
but i know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends.

i'll run from him with no conviction,
why do i not see you anymore?
i'm just a misguided ghost.

if you miss me, don't say you don't. if you miss me, don't be the boy you said you would never end up being.

we are just misguided ghost traveling and listening, ones we trusted the most, pushed us far away.

and if you want to kiss me, kiss me in front of everyone, not behind closed doors. because i'm tired of sneaking around to be with you.



i'm not going to say i love you in front of everyone. don't put me on the spot.


let's make this year one to remember, okay?


don't make me spill my heart out on a fucking blog

my friend helped me with this.

*10 things you want for Christmas:
1. music
2. vinyl
3. music
4. vinyl
5. music
6. vinyl
7. music
8. vinyl
9. music
10. him

*9 musicians/bands you love at the moment:
1. panic(!) at the disco
2. blink
3. good charlotte
4. the like
5. my chem romance
6. motion city soundtrack
7. grizzly bear
8. something corporate
9. franz ferdinand

*8 things you do everyday:
1. laugh
2. kiss
3. smile
4. cry
5. laugh again
6. smoothies
7. post-its
8. missing him

*7 things you enjoy:
1. humor
2. popcorn
3. you/them/him/her
4. music
5. parties
6. pretty vinyl records
7. bright blue sky

*6 things that will always win your heart:
1. musical
2. kisses
3. (secretsmiles)
4. passing notes
5. plaid shirts
6. real hugs with real eyes

*5 current favourites:
1. movie: 500 days of summer
2. song: best coast-boyfriend
3. book: harry to the potter
4. band: chaos at the disco.
5. season: winter

*4 smells you enjoy:
1. pillows
2. florida
3. summer
4. him

*3 places you want to go:
1. new york
2. japan
3. london

*2 holidays you love:
1. halloween
2. new years

*1 person you’d marry on the spot:
1. brendon urie.........shut the fuck up bitch

ughhh miss everything recently

is it october yet

hotter than cullen

goodbye mr a

this is so good

is it true my love

1. FIRST NAME? Katherine
> 2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? great grandmother
3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? yesterday
> 4 DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? yeah
> 5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT? i don't really like meat
> 6. FAVORITE MOVIE AS A KID? alladin
> 7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS
WITH YOU? yes!
> 8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? journal? yeah livejournal? yeah(;
> 9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? haha yes
> 10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? yes
> 11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? hells to the yeah
> 12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? captain crunch
> 13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? nah
14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? no haha
> 15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? i don't really like ice cream
> 16. SHOE SIZE? 11
> 17. RED OR PINK? red
> 18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? i'm kinda a bitch
> 19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? t
> 20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CARTOON MOVIE? toy story
> 21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? no shoes + grey jeans
> 22. LAST THING YOU ATE? soup
> 23. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? is it true - the young veins
> 24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? red
> 25. FAVORITE SMELL? him
> 26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE
PHONE? himbutnotreally
> 27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE
ATTRACTED TO? mmmm, sense of humor + music taste? you like hot music, it makes you hot. duh.
> 28. FAVORITE PLACE TO SHOP? urban outfitters
29. FAVORITE DRINK? sprite
> 30. FAVORITE SPORT? tennis
> 31. EYE COLOR? blue
> 32. HAT SIZE? ew
> 33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? yes
> 34. FAVORITE FOOD? panda express
> 35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? scary with a happy ending
> 36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATRE? eclipse. midnight premiere. i have excuses. wanna hear them?
> 37. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? black. god dammit i sound really depressed
> 38. SUMMER OR WINTER? winter
> 39. HUGS OR KISSES? kisses + hugs
> 40. FAVORITE DESSERT? ew i'm not fat
> 41. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? what did i do?
/42. FAVORITE CLASS? obligatory sad face
> 43. WHAT BOOK(S )ARE YOU READING? i've been a badddd girl and have been book-less. sad days ladies and gents'.
> 44. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? i don't use one cause i'm a badass.
> 45. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? five hundred days of summer with the people.
> 46. FAVORITE SOUNDS? live concerts in small spaces.
> 47. ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES? beatles.
> 48. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME? england
> 49. WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? i will bore you to death
50. FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK? nah

always have that heart of mine.

i have to see your face everyday
if you love me, please say so
and if you don't,
well, then that's your loss.
just don't keep it to yourself.

noon