I hate dead people.
Like seriously, get a life.
You can only put the past away for so long. There will be the days it comes rushing back.
I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they...
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep… wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’re just as pretty...
In every class
There’s the “perfect” girls: The bitchy girls: The spineless dude: The cocky one: The “anger-management-material” The one everybody loves: The classy one: The carefree one: The athlete: The cute nerdy girl: The “misunderstood” one: The mysterious one: The slow one: The one that’s always paying attention: The flirt: The teacher who’s given up on us: ...