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

x x

well

i don't want to be alone. (blog)

regardless of everything anyone has ever told me, regardless of what you think or he thinks or she thinks, i will always think religion is a joke. there is not someone watching over you. god (and religion) was created by humans because it gives us a sense of security. are you really going to count on some sort of god or jesus? that's a load of shit. i'm not going to sit in bed at night praying for the best, wanting someone to save me. i'm a lot stronger than that. i can save myself.

we didn't start the fire, it was always buring since the world was turning.
Hemingway, Eichman, Stranger in a Strange Land
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion
Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson

I'll be your number one with a bullet.

i love songs that remind me of myself.


Am I more than you bargained for yet?
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear,
Cause that's just who I am this week.
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum.
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song

decaydance all stars

satellite heart

what

yeah, exactly exactly.

you're a lying piece of

"i think pete's dead"
please keep your thoughts to yourself and rejudge me again
missed a spot

you got pretty

all i do is lie by the ocean side

"Are you excited to see how the new album does in the UK?"
"No, actually we don't give a shit."

no you girls never know

stop making a fool out of me

she says she's thinking of jumping

something about this song always makes me cry.

hey, you're sexy

we'll carry on.

"Hey, girls, you're beautiful. Don't look at those stupid magazines with sticklike models. Eat healthy and exercise. That's all. Don't let anyone tell you you're not good enough. You're good enough, you are too good. Love your family with all your heart and listen to it. You are gorgeous, whether you're a size 4 or 14. It doesn't matter what you look like on the outside, as long as you're a good person, as long as you respect others. I know it's been told hundreds of times before, but it's true. Hey, girls, you are beautiful."
- Gerard Way

Thanks for saving me.




If music has no emotion to it, what's the point?

you know it will always just be me.
let's get these teen hearts beating
faster faster

yeah yeah yeah

oh, you're such a pretty melody

Do you remember when we met
Liquor drinks and cigarettes
All the boys were taking bets

oh, i was a kid

ripping wings off of butterflies

She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind

It's all about the exposure, the lens, I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies

Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds

Well, go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out

But it was a trick
And the clock struck twelve
Well, make sure to build your home
Brick by boring brick
Or the wolf's gonna blow it down

Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds

Well, go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
We'll bury the castle, bury the castle

Well, you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah, you built up a world of magic

Well, if it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah

Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

miss you

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

turningpoint

please

in the next few minutes we will present

oh baby baby

let's get wasted and talk religion.

from the outside looking in

i sure do make an easy target.
and i don't mind taking a photograph
'cause you don't ask for my autograph.

so this is good.
and it's probably a leaked studio version..
maybe i'll feel bad for that later.

look at the stars, look how they shine for you

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you

for you i bleed myself dry

perhaps you can hold my hand and we can laugh about stupid bands and feel overrated. i feel ten years old again.

i don't believe in blogging (blog april05)

I miss the boy who loved poptarts books and music. I miss the boy who didn't know who he was and didn't care about that either. I miss the boy who would walk up to people, so sure of himself and so unlike everything I am. I miss the boy who would tell me stories on my bed that would make me laugh. I miss the boy who was tender and headstrong and arrogant and lovable and completely and totally emotionally unstable.






So it seems I'm someone I never met.

wolfgang amadeus

I could write a thousand stories and analyze a hundred compositions but I don't think I could talk to save my life.

i don't believe in blogging (blog march25)

"I have always been that girl.
You know, the one every other girl fucking hates.
I like to take pictures in grayscale and comment on other humans' life.
I hang out with 'bad people.' I know that. I like it. I like that lifestyle.
I like to make other people jealous.
I like to party and dance to music and tap my toes to the wrong beat. I like to write over 200 pgs of a book in one sitting and know it will never get published.
I like having few people I can depend on and I like having a lot of people to take my mind off things."

I'm only a little off.

stupidity always ruins perfection (in his mind)

truth be told, I miss you.



Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
And I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here

It's not fair, just let me perfect it
Don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive
'Cause seeing clear would be a bad idea
Now catch me up on getting out of here
So catch me up I'm getting out of here

i don't believe in blogging (blog)

The funny thing about contradiction is that it surrounds you in every way imaginable. It pounces when you are not looking upon your family and friends.

I am the first one to point out contradiction.


I am not different. I'm probably not the same as you either. I like feeling alive.
Maybe I should have gone to church every weekend and maybe I should have chosen to listen to authority. I don't believe in god. Maybe that will be my downfall.

I doubt it.


I aspire to be someone. Maybe, five years from now, I will be someone. It's a stupid way to put it; that you want to be someone. It's a really discreet way of saying that you want to become famous, become a star, become pretentious and arrogant and ignorant.

I'm two out of five: pretentious and arrogant. I'm not ignorant.


Imitation is the greatest and most powerful form of flattery. I've decided imitation is a bunch of shit. When you imitate someone, it doesn't make you feel better about yourself. Choosing his favorites or her favorites over your favorites is an ignorant way to live life.

I'm not ignorant.


Grammar is a bad choice of school work. The people who write novels aren't worried about where there's a sentence fragment. The people who will be famous one day don't play by the rules.

Remember that.


Artistry is bull shit. You are not an artist when you use that limited edition of Photoshop or Illustrator. When you bought your first $200 camera you are not an artist. An artist is imaginative creative contradicts herself points out mistakes takes in flaws appriciates everything. You are not an artist when you use that limited edition of Photoshop or Illustrator. You are ignorant.

(I'm not ignorant.)


I don't hang out with people you would often want to be seen with. Or, maybe you would, we live to be seen and to be envied. They're the same as me: pretentious and arrogant and living for, supposedly, all the wrong reasons: music, sound, sights, being.

Supposedly.


Boys. Are useless and shameless and perfect and reckless. And sometimes, they are exactly the same as myself. Useless and shameless and perfect and reckless. I'm not going to do as they say and that's what they love.

So play.



I talk too much about my head. I think this was my first blog. Maybe it wasn't.
Maybe I'm dreaming.

makes me smile

things that leave me smiling for hours: ok go music videos.
2006:
2010:

i'm just a notch in your bedpost but you're just a line in a song



and sugar we're going down swinging

our house

leave yourself

ooooh oooh

darken your clothes

Happy Valentines Day

I have the heart to miss you, no matter the consequences.
Mistakes can turn into the perfect solution.

it's okay to lose

Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction,
forgive our sins (and those who've sinned against us).
forged. at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons.
Because I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy
witness
So gentlemen, if you are going to preach Then for God sakes
preach with conviction!
Strike up the band!
Oh the conductor is beckoning,
Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
No. Don't you get it don't you get it? Well don't you...move.
Just stay where I can see you.
Douse the lights!
...We sure are in for a show tonight
In this little number we are graced by two displays of character,
We've got: the gunslinger extraordinaire vs. the walking
contradiction
Because I for one can see no blood from their hearts or the
wrists they allegedly slit
And I for one wont stand for this
if this scene were a parish you'd all be condemned.

things I like:
1. music
2. music
3. clothes
4. boys
5. living for living
6. trust
7. arrogance
8. high expectations

things I don't like:
1. drama queens
2. low expectations
3. bad scarfs
4. big sunglasses
5. heart breakers
6. church
7. the scene
8. pretentiousness and others

your girlfriend is drifting away

i'm just like you

please tell me that you're all right.

supress irrational thoughts

and so we keep going.



switch views. switch your perspective. switch your shoes.

I have a flickr where I'm sharing photos n shit.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/katsays/

i don't know what you're looking for

God, I love his voice.

she parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off

she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood.
she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous.

fuck yes I'm from chicago.

lewis carroll

"One day, Alice came to a fork in the road
and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree.
Which road do I take? she asked.
Where do you want to go? was his response.
I don't know, Alice answered.
Then, said the cat, it doesn't matter."

it's just an uphill battle.

= guilty pleasure music

oh you're so naive

swim or sink (I choose sink)

swimming in the room of requirement

This is so relevant right now.

overall sensitive to miscommunications.

we feel brand new.

missing pieces of a puzzle

("and then there were two?")

hey, soul sister..

God, thank you so much Train for intercepting the Ke$ha and Ludacris, thank you. I was beginning to think good music wasn't loved.

whatislove?

"she HOPES and DREAMS that EVERYTHING will be okay."

all the pretty girls on a saturday night

back again.

I won't try
to argue
or hold it
against you.

i shoulda known better with a girl like you

I should have known better.

i hate sundays and every other day ending in y.

He loves me,

He loves me not,

He is unimportant and irreplaceable.

kiss her kiss her

the future freaks me out

she was such a good girl to me

and ooh la she was such a good girl to me
and ooh la, the world just chewed her up,
and spat her out

I have such a ridiculous music taste: It's fantastic!

Learned a new song on guitar today. Love it.

fingertips

I miss your smile,
your words,
and your music.

talk about an oxford comma

but what else can we do? get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning news?

This has so much autotune in it I have such a love/hate relationship with MGMT.

seven nation army

[long live the CAR CRASH HEARTS]

I was right in front of Wentz's microphone.
Best time I've had in a while.
I kinda miss 2009.

we were the kings and queens of promise

Miss this.

a hotter touch

Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress? Then think of what you did,and how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

Let's get these teen hearts beating.
Faster, faster!

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)

Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
I hope you didn't expect to get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?

cold kiss

you're so naive

screw (you) this.

1. Making out with your ex boyfriend in acceptable, when you don't have a current boyfriend.

2. Don't socialize your life away. (I learned this the hard way.)

3. Find something you love to do, and don't give a fuck what it is, as long as YOU enjoy it. You only get ONE life, and if you don't like it now, what's the point?

4. Hey, fatties, I know you want us all to feel sorry for you because you're overweight, but guess what? YOU can lose weight if you weren't so lazy and completely NOT hard-working. Get off your size-9-jeaned ass and get on a fucking TREADMILL.

5. Just because you feel like you're alone, doesn't mean you're lonely.

6. Remind yourself that people LOVE you.

7. Food-chains do not stop in high school or college. So, why not keep yourself on top?

8. Just because you speak an almost-extinct language doesn't make you COOL, dumbass!

9. Only make out a guy @ a concert when he has an extensive wikipedia page or plays multiple instruments... Catch my drift?

10. "If I could DRIVE, I wouldn't be here right now." Don't worry, it will all be over soon and your life is your life.

11. I know you think you're super cool when you listen to Lady Gaga, Demi Lovato, and Jay-Z instead of listening to the Beatles or something OLD ("EW!"). It's okay, we all have to grow up sometime.

12. Being tan does not make you beautiful. At all. Haven't you heard pale's the new the thing? AND skin-cancer free.

13. If you are a guy, great STYLE does not make you queer, it makes you ATTRACTIVE.


I think you should look up this band... I've never seen a band this small get big this fast... You'll be hearing about them a lot in a few years, mark my words... (:

come on and twist a little closer now

"Where's Brent? Brent's not in the band anymore."
"Brent's outside selling lager!"

Zack. Hall.

"What's my favorite word?
Probably fuck."

Brendon. Urie. LMFAO this whole thing was grand. Love that I was 100 ft away from them when they did this. RAD.

Disney movie night.
Starts with The Little Mermaid ends with The Lion King

Feeling accomplished.

Also, he must love dogs. A lot.

+all I want in a boy is:
-Likes The Beach Boys, Queen, Journey, and The Who (all at the same time!).
-Insists on all-night rockband playing and late-night surfing in Miami.
-Writes me cryptic songs.
-Will buy me Subway 24/7.
-Makes fun of my music taste/hugs me for my music taste.
-Finds everything and anything funny.

This is suddenly too much to ask? I don't get it.



these girls fall like dominoh oh ohs.

manna is a hell of a drug

so I prayed for what I thought were angels, ended up be ambulances..


you were holding on to make a point
what's the point?
the faces always stay the same, so I face the fact that I'm just fine,



I said that I'm just fine.

beat - les ?

"I think people who create and write, it actually does flow, just flows from into their head, into their hand, and they write it down. It's simple." -Paul McCartney

you and your imaginary friends

You and your fucked up sense makes no sense.

say what you will

Fan video. Inspiring + Incredible.

la la la lies

"and in the next few minutes it's going to get fucking crazy"

One of the few bands that actually look like they are enjoying every minute live, so wonderful.


I am print on paper I am words I am not useful.

whisper words of wisdom, let it be

"Who's that little old man?"
"That's Paul's grandfather!"

spending the day with paul+john+george+ringo
it's been a hard day's night...

i'm older now, but i'm no better than i was

I will not touch you in the dark,
If I cannot love you in the daylight...

fucked up at the disco

Dear Kat,
Sooner or later you won't be able to live life by being the angsty teenage girl who doesn't smile very often but is always willing to strike up a conversation that will always turn into something completely different. You won't be able to always become who you would like, because some things are set in stone and some things you can't change about yourself, no matter how hard you try. One day you will realize that laughing too often at anything isn't a bad thing, it's a beautiful trait. One day you will remember how much music means to you and be able to listen to songs without crying, because they mean so much to you. One Day One Day couldn't come to soon.



Listen Listen, Smile Smile

sweet dreams kiss you goodnight

I'm ruling this whole "there's a app for that" thing. Thank god for iPhones!

driving down the 101

"I miss you. I hope you know that."



CALIFORNIA,
HERE WE COME.
RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM.

a recap

12/5/09
Looking back at the crowd behind us, when Leto ran into the crowd.

arctic monkeys

I
Bet
That
You
Look
Good
On
The
Dance
Floor


I miss when I was little and there was nothing to worry about.
Calender: Next two weeks = finals.

gravity works slowly if you notice it at all.

"I felt like I could just fly..."

let's start fresh, let's start new.

shall we?