Writer's block. Not a fan.

There are these two boys who sit in the back

of my English class

Preaching in plaid

shirts and reminding us that

This country should be so much more

I do not understand English majors who complain about having to read and write a lot for their English class.

You're an English major. You're studying reading and writing of the English language, right?

Today was not my favorite day.

I worked all day instead of enjoying the sun. And just discovered that my "little lab assignment" due by midnight is not little at all, but is a heinous monster of an assignment that will probably take me like three days to complete.

Let me tell you a story from a distant land

The girl beloved, the girl self damned

Surrounded by people, infinitely alone

Behold the Ice Queen on her throne

It’s made of glass and grains of sand

And memories she never had

The sharpest edges cut her down

She bleeds but damn it makes her proud

Standing, blood drips to her toes

Barefoot and bloody, but no one knows

Because her magic tells them otherwise

Because instead of truth they’d rather be blind

To escape it better pluck out your eyes

Offer your hands and let them be tied

They pulled out her heart as a sacrifice

Because she prayed to make it through the night

So now a vision, now a dream

She haunts the castle and she can’t leave

A wisp of a specter with a story to tell

An angel who forgot that from heaven she fell

Now with sad, white eyes and a naked frown

She wears on her head the broken crown

She tried to cast away so many times

But it keeps coming back night after night

And she doesn’t know why, she doesn’t know how

Either how to be lost or how to be found

So she wanders the snow, cold and barefoot

And watches the mountains, pale and distant

She doesn’t move just stares and stares

And starts to cry like she can’t bear

The sight of the distant rocky cliffs

Night after night she repeats this

Because someone told her once that he would move the mountains for her

But he lied because still those mountains tower over her

So even as a ghost, even in death

Her utter loneliness she can’t forget

First week of school it's very important to look adorable

Make Me Remember

Wrote this a couple days ago. It's not finished yet, but I like where it seems to be going :)

Please make me feel tonight

Make me remember feelings that I forgot that I had

When I’m next to you I feel half human

I can do the love with the pain so find me a Cupid’s

bow to shoot me through the heart

I can take the pain if it’s a new start

I like that you’re more than meets my I

love that you’ll text me late at night

and ask me to tell you about my life

Because you know I need to spill who I am 

But no one asks the questions so I feel I can’t

Tell me, tell me, tell me somethins

Is this the ball or is it just a pumpkin?

Is it just a ploy? Is it just a trick?

Are you faking or are you interested?

Fall asleep with me over the phone

Describe the world that you come from

Type out the worlds that you have built 

and I’ll sing to you this page you’ve filled

Makes Me Think - MMT #14890

Makes Me Think - MMT #14890

Today, my fiancé returned home from his final tour of duty in Afghanistan. Yesterday he was just my boyfriend, or so I thought. Almost a year ago, he mailed me a package. He told me I wasn’t allowed to open it until he got home, which was only supposed to be two weeks away. But then his tour got extended for another 11 months. Today, when he got home, he told me to open the package, and just as I pulled the ring out of the box, he got down on one knee. MMT

This site is amazing.

Makes Me Think - MMT #15253

Today, it has been five years since I last cut myself. Five years ago my dog, Benny, saw me cutting myself in my basement and barked hysterically until I stopped. Every time I took out a razor to cut from that point forward, before I even began, he did the same thing. Benny is my best friend and the reason I gave-up cutting. MMT

Q&A with Katy

Three things you are proud of about your personality

I will never give up on you.

I believe in the goodness of people, and I look for the best in you, no matter what your reputation, or other people, or your t-shir

I love understanding how things work. So that includes the mechanism by which food is digested in the stomach with cells that produce hydrochloric acid. It also includes you. Tell me what makes you tick, and why you are the way you are, because if you think you’re awesome, or you think you’re an ass, I genuinely want to know what made you that way.

Q&A with Katy

The best thing to happen to you this week?

This week has been absolutely amazing. My cousin, my sis, and I learned this song and sang it in three part harmony for his birthday, and then the bonfire at the beach under the stars, and the band playing our favorite songs for us, and staying up late talking about everything, and watching Sherlock Holmes. This week has been the best summer of my life.