Trust no future, howe’er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, - act in the living Present! Heart within and God o’erhead. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Psalm of LifeTumblr (3.0; @katiebeth)http://katiebeth.tumblr.com/<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwrygzaVS31qzqw34o1_500.png"/><br/><br/><p>Merry Christmas!</p>http://katiebeth.tumblr.com/post/14774881428http://katiebeth.tumblr.com/post/14774881428Sun, 25 Dec 2011 14:36:35 -0500<p>Recently, someone asked me why I write. What purpose it serves, what ends it achieves. I halfway wished I could say that “if I write <em>x</em> amount of pages, it helps me sleep better,” or “if I write at least <em>x</em> times per week I&#8217;m a nicer person.” Neither of those things is true. Often I do journal before bed, yes, but the nicer person thing is usually a toss-up.</p> <p>Words are as essential to my life as breathing, and possibly more essential than things like matching my clothing or keeping my room clean. I write and read because I have to. It&#8217;s not a <em>should</em> thing, like running regularly or shampooing my hair. It&#8217;s a just because. I write just because.</p>http://katiebeth.tumblr.com/post/2079678897http://katiebeth.tumblr.com/post/2079678897Fri, 03 Dec 2010 01:58:00 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lco626k0PW1qzqw34o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>My sister’s dog and my cousin’s dog.</p>http://katiebeth.tumblr.com/post/1730981374http://katiebeth.tumblr.com/post/1730981374Mon, 29 Nov 2010 18:17:02 -0500<p>I am reading &#8220;Writing Down the Bones&#8221;, which does not reside in my bookbag without a pencil tucked between its pages on account of the fact that I do a lot of underlining.</p>http://katiebeth.tumblr.com/post/1730944940http://katiebeth.tumblr.com/post/1730944940Mon, 29 Nov 2010 18:14:35 -0500