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.
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.
'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.