kathrynn alice [in wonderland]

"When she jumped, she probably thought she could fly..."
"If it's artsy-she's classy, if not:she's a whore."
please judge me, motherfucker
mon frere et moi in the japan
Spice Girls, rain drops, chocolate, red lipstick and black nail polish...

i like candy too...
joeeeey!!!
My name's katherine and because of my tendancy to tell people they're stupid and generally speak my mind most people think I'm a bitch. and thats ok, cause those people suck.
I've lost a lot of close friends, and that sucks cause people can do really shitty things.. but the new ones I've made kick ass. I like drinking, kittens, chocolate, sleep, sex, music, scotland, durham cathedral, mozart's requiem, black underwear, cool people and drinking. oops.
Not too sure what else to say, but I'm a pretty open person, so feel free to ask me stuff, and i'll likely answer, unless you offend me.. and then, well..
The Rose
by Theodore Roethke (1908-1963)
Near the rose, in the grove of sun-parched, wind-warped madronas,
Among the half-dead trees, I came upon the true ease of myself,
As if another man appeared out of the depths of my being,
And I stood outside myself,
Beyond becoming and perishing, A something wholly other,
As if I swayed out on the wildest wave alive,
And yet was still.
And I rejoiced in being what I was:
oh ya, and if you fucks cant speak your own language properly, don't talk to me. cause that shit pisses me off.
I enjoy poetry, candle lit dinners, bondage and the occasional mutilation of innocents.
The Great Minimum by G.K. Chesterton
It is something to have wept as we have wept,
It is something to have done as we have done,
It is something to have watched when all men slept,
And seen the stars which never see the sun.
It is something to have smelt the mystic rose,
Although it break and leave the thorny rods,
It is something to have hungered once as those
Must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.
To have seen you and your unforgotten face,
Brave as a blast of trumpets for the fray,
Pure as white lilies in a watery space,
It were something, though you went from me today.
To have known the things that from the weak are furled,
Perilous ancient passions, strange and high;
It is something to be wiser than the world,
It is something to be older than the sky.
In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts,
And fattened lives that of their sweetness tire
In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
It is something to be sure of a desire.
Lo, blessed are our ears for they have heard;
Yea, blessed are our eyes for they have seen:
Let the thunder break on man and beast and bird
And the lightning. It is something to have been.