I hate when
sunlight hits my computer screen and I realize there is every
bit of dust possible on the screen
ONE TIME THIS BOY WAS
LIKE
"IF YOU'RE A BLONDE JUST GET IN MY BED"
AND I MESSAGED HIM
"I'M NOT BLEACH-BLONDE BUT I'M A DIRTY BLONDE LOL"
AND
HE
THOUGHT
I
WAS
SERIOUS
"IF YOU'RE A BLONDE JUST GET IN MY BED"
AND I MESSAGED HIM
"I'M NOT BLEACH-BLONDE BUT I'M A DIRTY BLONDE LOL"
AND
HE
THOUGHT
I
WAS
SERIOUS
I am dead serious on
this. If any of you go to my school and see me in the
hallways, come up to me and say my username. I might run away screaming and completely change my identity, but at least I'll know who you are.
hallways, come up to me and say my username. I might run away screaming and completely change my identity, but at least I'll know who you are.
He doesn't have a model's smile.
He doesn't have a perfect complexion. He doesn't have a laugh that makes me weak at the knees.
He doesn't always think before he speaks. He doesn't always notice me. Sometimes his jokes aren't funny.
He's flawed. ♥ But the amazing thing is I know he's not perfect, but I stuck around anyways.
He'll never be perfect, and neither will I. But maybe we can be just imperfect enough to be perfect for each other.
When I
say,
'I'm
going to bed,' I don't really mean I'm
going to bed.
I just mean I'm gonna hide under the hot covers, induce myself with stale air and use Facebook, Tumblr, and Witty for another few hours.
Then, I might to bed.
I just mean I'm gonna hide under the hot covers, induce myself with stale air and use Facebook, Tumblr, and Witty for another few hours.
Then, I might to bed.
