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The whole world came crashing down on me
[( so I got some tape and stuck the map back onto the wall )]
[( so I got some tape and stuck the map back onto the wall )]
*mlia
BOOKS
CUTE NOTES
RAIN
LONGNIGHTS
WARMTH
BIGSWEATERS
YUMMY
FOOD
INTERESTING
PEOPLE//
SUNRISES
FRIENDS
ALL THE SMALL THINGS
LAUGTER
CUTE NOTES
RAIN
LONGNIGHTS
WARMTH
BIGSWEATERS
YUMMY
FOOD
INTERESTING
PEOPLE//
SUNRISES
FRIENDS
ALL THE SMALL THINGS
LAUGTER
CUTE GUYS
CREATIVITY
GOOD MOVIES
CHOC OLATE
I C E CREAM
{INSPIR --ATION}
HOB BIES
EXPLOR -ATION
WEEK ENDS
CA KE
LYRICS THAT
MEAN SOMETHING
»CARDS«
FORT UNES
GLAS -SES
CAN DLES
FRESH BAKED
GOOD JOKES
FRI} {ENDS
HAPPY ENDINGS
FEEL INGS
CATCHY //TUNES
GO OD
MU SIC
♥
HIS VOICE
SNOW DAYS
GUITARS
BUTTER
-FLIES
TEA
ACCEPTANCE
GAMES
SEASONS
MYTH
ART
STICKEY
NOTES
YOURSELF
I
Get High
on the trampoline
I Drink
kool-aid
I Smoke
my dad in scrabble
I Use Protection
when i ride my bike
I Murder People
on Call Of Duty
I Thrust
my sword when i dress up
I was Knocked Up
but then he threw me back down.
I Make Babies
on Sims3
Make Sure You Hear The Whole Story
Before You Start Gossiping About It
on the trampoline
I Drink
kool-aid
I Smoke
my dad in scrabble
I Use Protection
when i ride my bike
I Murder People
on Call Of Duty
I Thrust
my sword when i dress up
I was Knocked Up
but then he threw me back down.
I Make Babies
on Sims3
Make Sure You Hear The Whole Story
Before You Start Gossiping About It
i once wondered why
our hearts are on the left side of our chest
when everything else is symmetrical.
shouldn't it be in the center?
then i realized hearts are not
supposed to be alone.
when you hug someone you love,
their heart beats right next to yours
in symmetry
& I know
I'm not the only
one
who goes to the refrigerator to see if there's something to eat,
finds nothing, then goes back 15 minutes later to see if there
something to eat.
who goes to the refrigerator to see if there's something to eat,
finds nothing, then goes back 15 minutes later to see if there
something to eat.
And
there we
were;;
sitting on his bed, working on our english assignment. it was
sitting on his bed, working on our english assignment. it was
awkward being
at his house, considering we stopped being
friends
a few years
ago. but even so, i can't say i didn't like
it.
he stopped writing and said, just out of
the blue,
"why
aren't we friends
anymore?"
he took me by
complete surprise. i didn't know what to say. so i simply
said
"because
we just gave up trying."
"trying what?"
"Look, you're popular. you've been the football guarterback since i've known
you. you have girls who'd do anything to date you. you're a straight-A student.
to the untrained eye, you're basically the perfect teenage boy. but me? i'm
not popular, i just have my close friends. i'm not beautiful, maybe not even
pretty. i'm not great at sports or anything. i can barely pass the mile
run in gym class. i do alright in school, but i'm no genius. and guys
aren't exactly fighting to ask me out. we were total opposites. i'm not even
sure how what made us friends in the first place. but whatever it was,
wasn't strong enough to last long."
he looked at me seriously for a long time, taking in what i had said.
"I know why we became friends." he finally said.
"Why, then." i asked.
"because on the first day of middle school, when you walked into homeroom,
i almost stopped breathing. you were beautiful. you were wearing those faded jeans
and green tank top. you had you're hair in a ponytail and weren't wearing any make-up.
and you didn't know anyone in our class, but you still just came in and sat down next to me,
smiled, and said "hey, i'm erin, what's your name?" and i could smell your rasberry shampoo
and see the friendship bracelet on your right arm. and right at that moment, i knew."
"..knew what?" i asked, amazed.
"Right at that moment, i knew, that you were the girl i wanted to be
in my life forever <3
"trying what?"
"Look, you're popular. you've been the football guarterback since i've known
you. you have girls who'd do anything to date you. you're a straight-A student.
to the untrained eye, you're basically the perfect teenage boy. but me? i'm
not popular, i just have my close friends. i'm not beautiful, maybe not even
pretty. i'm not great at sports or anything. i can barely pass the mile
run in gym class. i do alright in school, but i'm no genius. and guys
aren't exactly fighting to ask me out. we were total opposites. i'm not even
sure how what made us friends in the first place. but whatever it was,
wasn't strong enough to last long."
he looked at me seriously for a long time, taking in what i had said.
"I know why we became friends." he finally said.
"Why, then." i asked.
"because on the first day of middle school, when you walked into homeroom,
i almost stopped breathing. you were beautiful. you were wearing those faded jeans
and green tank top. you had you're hair in a ponytail and weren't wearing any make-up.
and you didn't know anyone in our class, but you still just came in and sat down next to me,
smiled, and said "hey, i'm erin, what's your name?" and i could smell your rasberry shampoo
and see the friendship bracelet on your right arm. and right at that moment, i knew."
"..knew what?" i asked, amazed.
"Right at that moment, i knew, that you were the girl i wanted to be
in my life forever <3
i
want to be the girl
who he thinks is the cutest; not necessarily the
hottest or prettiest, but the cutest, because
hottness refers to the body,
and god knows mine isn't perfect.
pretty refers to the face
i know plenty of girls prettier than me;
but cuteness is refering to every
imperfection
that he loves. every weird little habit.
the funny little things that make me different
from any other girl he could have.
like how dorky i laugh, or i can't watch gory
movies, or the way my hair smells.
all of the little things he notices and adores.
i want to be that girl
*hahaaa wow took foreveeeerr! lol it kept spazzing :P hope you like it!
who he thinks is the cutest; not necessarily the
hottest or prettiest, but the cutest, because
hottness refers to the body,
and god knows mine isn't perfect.
pretty refers to the face
i know plenty of girls prettier than me;
but cuteness is refering to every
imperfection
that he loves. every weird little habit.
the funny little things that make me different
from any other girl he could have.
like how dorky i laugh, or i can't watch gory
movies, or the way my hair smells.
all of the little things he notices and adores.
i want to be that girl
*hahaaa wow took foreveeeerr! lol it kept spazzing :P hope you like it!
By
the year 3000,
Facebook
Twitter &
YouTube
will be combined to make
You Twit Face.
*haha, facebook.*
Twitter &
YouTube
will be combined to make
You Twit Face.
*haha, facebook.*