- I have no idea how to start this list
- While I am ok with everything I'm going to say I also worry about being judged a bit (even though I know it's silly... because deep down I really don't give a fuck what anyone thinks) (This is confusing sort of... I'm complex like that.)
- I am one of those silly girls sometimes and I can't help it
- I enjoy "lame" music sometimes (I'm listening to my downloaded copy of Katy Perry right now! I am able to relate to it oddly enough (in my crazy bend the world to my own purposes way)). "How do I know the right way to love you? Keep holding on hoping there's a real boy inside"
- I have to talk myself into thinking I look pretty more then I am comfortable with
- I am not always fair when making decisions about things
- I'm hopeful he will come around even though all the signs point to giving up (If being in love is totally punk rock then I am the punkiest punk that ever punked! If only he knew....)
- I'm terrified of the future (Because I feel like I don't have one yet)
- Sometimes I imagine myself abandoning everything I have here and starting fresh with no looking back (I worry that if I did no one would look for me)
- I wanted everything he was offering (a lot... more then I realized) ... but under my conditions
- I wish on stars but for very general things (I guess I hope the star knows what I mean or what I need... I feel like the universe knows whats best for me a lot of the time. Because I have no fucking clue!)
- I feel guilty for not caring that I have no father (But really.... I couldn't care less)
- There are at least three things I can think of that I have never told anyone and never will (But if feels good to talk about them like this)
- I can replay almost every touch and thought from that kiss in my head... and do often. Because it was awesome and fun and crazy and more then anything else it was right
- I have no idea where this burst of honest share came from. It felt good though.
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What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time
When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?
All the time, all the time
1 comment:
You should never convince yourself you're pretty. Between you and me? I'm jealous of your lovely skin and you have a perfect mouth. A PERFECT MOUTH. To quote Sterling from Mad Men:
"I love redheads. Their mouths are like a drop of strawberry jam in a glass of milk."
Except less pervy.
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