About Me
"I'm not a liar,
I'll tell you about lies.
There are white lies and black lies, and many shades of grey lies.
Some lies are justified.
Lies told out of kindness, lies that preserve dignity, lies that spare pain.
Everybody's a liar, dear."
i'm katie. i'm sarcastic, but i'm a sweetheart. i'm majoring in journalism. i love art. especially photography. i want to move to minneapolis. i want success. i want... a lot. i love sunsets. i love sunshine & the beach. i'm more than your first impression. i have secrets, but so do you. i'm very guarded. maybe someday that'll change. i have an amazing family & love them to death. hmm... i like flowers. no one gives me flowers =[. the gym keeps me sane. i love naps. i love cuddling. i don't like cocky boys. so, stop trying, i promise you won't get anywhere. i like driving around. it's peaceful. art is what you can get away with. mmm andy warhol. i love underground hip hop. it's all therapy on top of turn table riffs. peace.
So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales.
I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details.
They seemed so important at the time
but now you can't even recall any names, faces, or lines.
It's more the feeling of it all.
Well, the fever is basically, what ever ails you, or oppresses you... It could be anything, in my case it’s my neurosis, my… depression... but I don’t want it to be limited to that... it's certainly different for different people. It’s whatever keeps you up at night
And the, and the mirror's like, as you might have guessed, self-examination, or reflection, or whatever form. This could be vanity, or self loathing. I, I know I’m, I’m guilty of both.
The scales are essentially our attempt to solve our problems quantitatively, through logic or rationalization. In my opinion it’s often fruitless, but... always, no, not always... And the clocks and calendars it’s uh... is just... time... our little measurements, it’s like, it’s always chasing after us.
-Bright Eyes
