Drivin' that train...High on cocaine...just call me Casey Jones. Sold my soul to rock 'n' roll. Lover of all things vintage. An aspiring writer, and a young traveler with wanderlust. Abbie Hoffman is my hero. I live an 80's Robert Plant appreciation lifestyle and Jimbert soothes my soul.

I have changed my name on here to What I Wouldn't Give from kataangluv100.

NOTICE: I have moved away from my poorly written stories on here. I no longer use this website to host my fanfiction; however, I am writing and posting better stories on tumblr: I can be found here and my fanfiction can be found here

Quotes: "There's nothing wrong with equal love. We're all just a soul and beating heart. Love shouldn't mean anything different between a man and a man, or a woman and a woman, or a man and a woman. It's still love, either way."-From "Damn Hippie"

"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not."- Kurt Cobain.

"I'm the one who has to die when its time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to."-Jimi Hendrix

If time is a waste of life, and Life is a waste of time, then lets all get wasted and have the time of our lives.

"Hurry home to your heart, hurry home to the voice. There are times for inner changes, be ready for the choice. Hurry home, said my love, hurry home to the stars. Start a new generation with the freedom that's ours... Hurry home to your heart, hurry home to the voice. There's a new point to living and a freedom of choice. There's a call throughout the kingdom, there's a call throughout the land. Be as clear as the stars above, holding love in your hand." Hurry Home, Jon Anderson

"Americans are sexier, but the British are dirtier between the sheets" A reviewer on the story "Timing" a USUK story by Canadio

My Youtube account is here:

http://www.youtube.com/kataangluv100

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If it weren't for the gutter, my mind would be homeless!

Copy what is below and paste it in your profile if you think discrimination against homosexuals is wrong.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

I have way too many ships to be considered healthy...it makes more sense for me to list my OTP's (of which i have too many)...

All of these can be found on my tumblr page by typing /tagged/insert what ever is in the parenthesis

Jimmy Page/Robert Plant (Jimbert)

Roger Waters/David Gilmour (OTP: big lips and big egos)

David Gilmour/Richard Wright (Wrightmour)

John Lennon/Paul McCartney (McLennon)

USUK (USUK)

Sirius/Remus (Wolfstar)

Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (SteveBucky or OTP: till the end of the line)

The Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (OT3)

The Doctor/Rose Tyler (OTP: grab her hand and whisper run)

The Doctor/Jack Harkness (OTP: hello I'm Jack Harkness)

Various other pairings can be found under their ship name

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book. Buy her another cup of coffee. Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice. It’s easy to date a girl who reads.

Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does. She has to give it a shot somehow. Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world. Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two. Why be frightened of everything that you are not?

Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries. If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype. You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

What A Book Is:

A lot of people think they know what a book is. In reality, not that many do. You see a book is not something you do when you're bored; it's not something you were forced to read for a school book report. No, a book is something more than that. A book is something that can make you cry for hours for someone who's not even real (no matter how much you want them to be). It's something that can make you laugh on your worst day over something that is not even relativly funny. It's something that you scream at when something goes wrong and the idiot in the book won't listen to you (no matter how much you scream). It's something that you get so lost in that you forget the date and where you are for a second. A book is something that's so addicting that even when you say, 'this is the last page and then I'll put it down', you turn the page anyway. It's your best friend through thick and thin, whether you're black or white, fat or skinny, young or old. A book is just that- a book; it's just that some people don't know what a book is even though you have your whole life.