Name's Katara, I'm 18, live in Brighton, going to Sussex University studying Politics & Philosophy and I speak French. I'm married to the music for better or for worse.
Love: photography, paramore, art, music, words, doctor who, music, movies, books, twilight, harry potter, good friends, sunshine, lollipops, red lipstick, liquid eyeliner, iPods, fish & chips, orange juice, trips to the seaside, holidays, summer romances, cheeky flirty glances, first crushes, shopping, puppy love, college, school, camping, drinking, living life and loving it while you do. none of the pictures i post are my own unless i say so and i credit the pictures with click-through links to where i got them from.
i'm not a people person; i don't hate people, i just prefer it when they're not around.
In total, the average human being has about 80 years to live.
(Don’t quote me on this, applies to UK residents only.)
80 years. It’s a long time right?
Minus sleep, travelling and general bumming about.
80 years to laugh live and love.
Three things that we do every day.
We love our families, laugh with or at our friends and live…everything.
That’s why it’s called life.
But if you look at it in perspective, most of this limited time on a complex rock of dirt is spent in despair.
Arguing about things irrelevant things.
Living in what should have been and what you would have changed if you had the chance.
Well until the next Einstein comes along, you’re fucked.
There is no time machine to take you back two years to when you worked harder, cared more and weighed less.
There is no teleportation device to make the past version of yourself turn left when what you actually did was turn right.
You’re right here and all you’re thinking is what happened back there.
If you walk down the street, thinking about what happened 100 yards ago, you eventually hit something.
A wall, a ditch, a lamppost, a person.
Wake up change is inevitable. It happens and it always will whether you’re good with it or not.
I’m not saying I’m good with living in the moment but I am saying i’m sick of living in the past.
Sick of reliving every harsh moment of my life because to be honest it hurts too much to take notice of.
And that’s a huge waste of the 69 years i’ve got left.
Considering for probably about 10 of those years I will be sleeping, travelling and lazing about, fuck everything that doesn’t involve me getting to where I want to be.
Push forward not back. Because reversing never got anyone anywhere of importance.
(This is a note to myself.)
Signed,
KHS.
Watching the fairies fly away <3 oh and er relaxed hair. (Taken with instagram)
This is my boyfriend, Sean Williams. The sweetest, cutest, most generous and most thoughtful guy I’ve ever known. This guy can annoy the hell out of me in a second, but always knows how to make me smile. He’s a wind up and knows how to push my buttons and he’s as stubborn as fuck. Everything is an argument with him, including the subject of intelligence. He’s a smartmouth but incredibly clever and incredibly resourceful. I love him to bits, this is just to remind him that I do.
Solitary tears fall from vacant eyes,
And I can’t bear to look at them anymore.
So plaster a smile and off to face the day.
The people I love, the people who drive me crazy and the same people I can’t bear to lose.
I’m scared. Words fail me daily, I can’t seem to see beyond me.
I’m trapped in a mind full of doubts and I let my head bring out the very worst of my soul.
People say they love me but they don’t know that two halves don’t always make a whole.
So I’m running around in circles, a broken piece to the puzzle,
Still waiting for someone to bring along the superglue and mend me.
It’s all I can hope for even if it is temporary.
