Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Like yu really need a reason!?

Okay so I stole this from a link on my friend myjestica's Facebook pages but still it is awesome!!!!!!??

“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

Rosemarie Urquico (via kblitz)

(via conversationslips)

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Hello girls and ghouls!

I'm baaaaaccccccckkkkkk! Oh come on you know you miss and loved me! I am awesome!what I'd not to love! Okay nowxtgati feel like. Could possible be important to one of my little duckies out there..... Yes I said ducks Katie! Feel free it squeal, I don't mind I promise.

So anyway back tO my point for writing this; I am back! I have been away for way to long so I am starting to write again. And hopefully terra will be back too. Heck we might see something for all of my favorite characters. So to start us off right I a going to attempt to write a poem! Lol and we know how fun they turn out most of the time.


Windows
I watch things drift by
I know this is where I am for now
Or forever
What difference does it make?
I can let go but do I choose to
Somehow I know I am the one they are looking for
Yet I want to be safe with my captors
They stole my heart
My soul
And all that I can hold on to
so I cling to my cave of quiet
And loneliness
Dream boy take your time
I'll be here when ever you decide to show up
I am no damsel in distress
Sometimes you just need to let your prince know
That dragons are the furthest thing from your mind

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Book Challenge!!!!!!!!

okay in my searching for a site that has actually heard of this really crazy book i have to read for class, I came across this challenge to read 100+ books between january and december 2010.... never being one ot back down from a challenage i have joined this craziness. so i have from today, October 13 until new years eve to read 100 books!!!! join me

http://j-kaye-book-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-2010-reading-challenge-100-reading.htm

i will be updating as time passes to see how many i cna get... i will count text books if they are sold generally as reading books and i wil only count book from this day on, not before it!!!!!
okay think i have said enough about this

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The 6th

how do i make it through the day
with all that i ma holding in my hand
the cards that inever play are
the ones thati know will the most
i haveo t wear a mask
becasue i see him and it hurts
then i know that i will never see him again
and it hurts even more
this bottemless pit of loss and dreams
great way to start off the night!

Monday, September 27, 2010

okay Look

i needo t say this... how do tyou tell one of your best frionds that tou are loosing your mind. i wanto  help someone but she will not let me. i want ot take the hurt out of hwer eyes and i know she will not let me. i really needo t make her understand that dwelling on a guy will not make her happy but tryiong ot purgde him from your life completely can hurt mire then reme,bering him in the first place. i want ot make him disapper for her make her smile agina. it kills me that ih has been been so long sincei saw that smile,. and it hurts me. otknow thaot could be helping if she owuld just let me in. i wnat to stop feeling powerless and yet i crave it in a strange way. i hope that ihe rots b/c she is too good for all of this stress and i know it kills her but she would not let me kill him. God i hate this i just want all of this ot make sense to me... my break- up last march doesnlt seem ot compare but it is all i haveo t offer to her. I HATE HATE HATE HATE  THISi just wnait for us all tio be happy today and i think that for that ot happen i needot do sometihng drastic and i am not goign to kill anyone as muxh as i wnat ot. i just need ot make her see that she is worth so muc more and it will makw us both satop crying over all of this. FUCKFUCKFUCKDUCKDUCKDUKCUDKCUFKUCKUDILGWHOa;iudsg;k SZDGFAGHLSDKFGH ILRJVBLASDGHVL, IERGLSKDGIWRG74UGTDFSGVIBSDKBGIRUEBGSLDLIGWUBTRSGDFVILAS W ILGUWILGW.EDFHVWPEOGH RGTSDLKGJWTWTO2V509
that is what is looks like when you repectedly hit the keyborad on ,my computer until it stops hurting. i need ot stop thinking.

what is real?

how do i know that today will be any better? really i settle here only to be uprooted everytime it gets too clear that i might have found my spot here. i am not sure which person i am anymore. i am so many people at once i am a little shapwshifting bird who has her wings cliped. i suppose i will just stay as i am in hopes that some day a stranger will take pity on me and let me out of these chains. for on that day i wll know who and what i am b/c he will choose for me. doesn't that sound nice? no more having it choose? just being as i ma ment to. i will never have people laugh or judge me again and even if they try to i will just luagh, i will not care anymore because he will be there and nothing else will matter

Friday, September 24, 2010

A thought from 9/14

i wondersometimes of i'm living by killing who i am
it crosses my mind at least one time a day and i haveot wonder if there is not a reasion that i think this way.
iyt iis not so mich thati fear losing anything but i feel like who and what i am is not allowed here and this kinda bothers me
i na only hope thati at some point thait will open my eyes and find that thi has all been a bad dream and i am awake now and i have not changed
 i was happy with who andwhat i was until i got to this point and it worries me thait  feel this way
thisi not normel and thiat i why i bothersz m,e i hide behind things that i beleive in as a way ot distance my self from the others
 and that really never bothered me until i realized thairt a sick of hising and iwant soem one ot love me for me and that is alli ever really could ever ask for . i needo t find a way ot make suire thait stay as i wanrt ot o instead of disappering int oth nothing just becasie i have to to be accpeted and that worries me thait would ever thing that ii am as i persio nare not imporent and that others can make me change io who i am just ot make them happy

sometime i wonder if my brain just runs soooo fast thait canlt think
and i wondder if i really am losing my mind or just dying ot live

i thought about iot today, just dying and being gone buth en i realized that you wouyld hate me and that worried me more thet thought of you hating me forever thinking you could have saved me . and so i guess i coukld go the route of murder suicide and that worried nme more b.c i know i woul,d just crap out nad never be able ot go through with it and i could never ask that of you besides. plus there are others ot think about so i stay her sleeping in broad daylight sop so i do not havoe face wjhat i am.

so what is scarier dying or living?