The teacher said ‘hit the lights’ and this kid punched the light switch and broke it
i dont want a job i just want paychecks
I want to be someone’s favorite person to talk to.
“ You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.
do you ever wanna talk about a thing but you know you already talk about it too much and your friends are sick of hearing about it so instead you just hold it all inside you and constantly feel like you’re gonna burst?
that is why i got a tumblr, so i can annoy all of you instead
“ You cannot ask someone why they love you. They just love you. That’s it. That’s all there is. That’s the beginning and end.
The middle pages go something like this:
Eating ice cream, drinking wine, sleeping-bodies intertwined, secret sharing, no-bra wearing, they say third time’s the charm! Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice, refrain from rolling the dice, touching, holding, hugging, kissing, walking without running. Wiping tears from the other one’s cheek. Never allowing your feelings for her to make you feel weak. “Scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours” only applies in the bedroom. Help because you want to, not to even the score. Afternoon strolls, long walks at night, road trips. Meet The Parents, braid her hair, buy her cigarettes. Flowers, flowers, lots of flowers. This is how you love.