your lips, your eyelashes, your skin.
"your hair? the way its really soft in the back. i'm really gonna miss that."
you know what? i am like, the absolute dumbest person in the entire world. i swear.
i always do this. always. every single time. it's like there's this little piece of my heart that's dedicated to falling for every single boy that i won't ever be able to have. and then there's this part of my head? that tells me it's possible. that holds on to hope. that doesn't give up, when that's all i want it to do. so why am i like this? why is it that a guy can consider me as just his friend, when i think about him as so much more? and is it my fault? is it my fault that i mix up friends & more than friends? there's such a distinct line; so why can't i see it? why do i always try to cross over it? and it just seems like there's always that one girl that i can't seem to measure up to. so i'm sorry. you know? i'm sorry.
i'm just not really in a good mood? i dont know. it's nothing even important. it's not a big deal at all. it's nothing. it's nothing. so why did i just start crying??
"kt omg i cant believe you took that picture i was just playing with my jeans ommmgg"
cool picture kt
crayons + ketchup = masterpieces
pedro and sandra..they give me hope for a love as strong as theirs
its our book
santiago ortega: americas next top model
look at them..they look like birds.
yeah so..bye.
you know what? i am like, the absolute dumbest person in the entire world. i swear.
i always do this. always. every single time. it's like there's this little piece of my heart that's dedicated to falling for every single boy that i won't ever be able to have. and then there's this part of my head? that tells me it's possible. that holds on to hope. that doesn't give up, when that's all i want it to do. so why am i like this? why is it that a guy can consider me as just his friend, when i think about him as so much more? and is it my fault? is it my fault that i mix up friends & more than friends? there's such a distinct line; so why can't i see it? why do i always try to cross over it? and it just seems like there's always that one girl that i can't seem to measure up to. so i'm sorry. you know? i'm sorry.
i'm just not really in a good mood? i dont know. it's nothing even important. it's not a big deal at all. it's nothing. it's nothing. so why did i just start crying??
"kt omg i cant believe you took that picture i was just playing with my jeans ommmgg"
cool picture kt
crayons + ketchup = masterpieces
pedro and sandra..they give me hope for a love as strong as theirs
its our book
santiago ortega: americas next top model
look at them..they look like birds.
yeah so..bye.