<3
well today i went and got my nails done and my eyebrows waxed, then came home and chilled didn't really do nethin today but im waitin for jae and kimmy to come over cuz they're sleeping over tonite yayy. anyways click on the link and read that thing, its so true. i got it from caity who found it in a random journal <3
it's the way that right after we finish talking i call my best friend, so we can brainstorm new ways on how i am going to make you like me
it's the way you can make me laugh without even knowing i've been crying all night
it's the way i pretend to not want you when it's so fucking obvious
it's the way i knew i was going to fall for you the second i met you
it's the way i stay up all night thinking about you
it's the way my heart stops whenever i'm in the same room as you
it's the way i'm crushed when you don't make plans to hang out
it's the way i can never be mad at you for more than 5 minutes
it's the way you make me feel like a princess whenever we lock eyes, even for a second
it's the way i go crazy inside when i make you laugh. God i love how you laugh.
it's the way i never think i'm beautiful enough for you, not even close
it's the way i get jealous whenever she comes into the conversation
it's the way i wait for you to IM me, because my pride won't allow me to IM you and appear even the slightest bit desperate
it's the way your gorgeous brown eyes look at me, or used to
it's the way i pretend not to understand my math homework just so you could call me on a sunday night at 12 just because i love hearing your voice and i know you love beating me at something
it's the way that whenever i'm around other guys all i see is your face
it's the way i know that if you ever read this you will automatically know it's about you
it's the way you can make me stay up till 3 on a school night bc you want someone to talk to
it's the way whenever the thought of us together makes all my problems dissapear
it's the way i went weak in the knees those precious few times i saw you with your shirt off
it's the way i repeat and replay in my head every moment we share over and over again
it's the way that every song i listen to somehow corresponds to you
it's the way my dad hates all the other boys i hang out with except you
it's the way i will stay up till 4 just because you might get on
it's the way you smell, even when you swear you're not wearing cologne
it's the way you can render me completely helpless as i unwillingly fall head over heals for you, every single day, without havng a clue
it's the way i hate butterflies in my stomach, but when you give them to me they're alright
it's the way i anticipate the day you finally ask me...every waking moment of my life
it's the way we both know the truth but no one says anything
it's the way i try to impress you and come off as more of a idiot than i already am
it's the way i just want to punch you in your perfect face for always being able to say the right things at the exactly right time
it's they way you fall for all of my friends while i reluctantly am forced into the role of matchmaker as usual
it's the way i type into your box every day, a clumsy confession of feelings with a touch of lousy teenage poetry...just to dare myself to send it
it's the way you're the only person on my buddylist with his own buddy alert that moos whenever you sign on
it's the way i feel whenever i think about you with anyone other than me it's the way i tell you something so desperately random and incoherent just so i can have an excuse to IM yuo and not make it seem like i have been sitting at my computer for the past 10 min wondering what you and her are talking about
it's the way we argue over the stupidest shit and get in pretend fights just because we can
it's the way i wake up and i don't know how, but i know you're going to be mine someday
it's the way my body went completely numb when we touched for the first time, come to think of it that was the only time.
it's the way i know you're eating *blank* and *blank* from from behind my computer screen, and that your cat is sitting on the monitor...could she tell you that? i don't think so.
it's the way i hate going to the movies with you, because it's pure torture to sit next to you pretending to watch the movie while in reality i'm trying to remember how to breathe everytime our elbows touch on the armrest
it's the way i want you to be so happy so much that i slowly kill myself as i set you up with all of my friends
it's the way i know, even as i write this, i will never work up enough courage to give this to you
it's the way i can't stand cats but when you email me pictures of yours they're not so bad
it's the way you're an insensitive ass who hates my writing when you have no idea how tired i am of writing about you
it's the way you're so smart, yet so fucking oblivious
love isn't just butterflies damnit, it's the way i feel everytime i look into your eyes
yea, it's the way your hand fits perfectly into mine,
that makes me think i am in love with you
it's the way that right after we finish talking i call my best friend, so we can brainstorm new ways on how i am going to make you like me
it's the way you can make me laugh without even knowing i've been crying all night
it's the way i pretend to not want you when it's so fucking obvious
it's the way i knew i was going to fall for you the second i met you
it's the way i stay up all night thinking about you
it's the way my heart stops whenever i'm in the same room as you
it's the way i'm crushed when you don't make plans to hang out
it's the way i can never be mad at you for more than 5 minutes
it's the way you make me feel like a princess whenever we lock eyes, even for a second
it's the way i go crazy inside when i make you laugh. God i love how you laugh.
it's the way i never think i'm beautiful enough for you, not even close
it's the way i get jealous whenever she comes into the conversation
it's the way i wait for you to IM me, because my pride won't allow me to IM you and appear even the slightest bit desperate
it's the way your gorgeous brown eyes look at me, or used to
it's the way i pretend not to understand my math homework just so you could call me on a sunday night at 12 just because i love hearing your voice and i know you love beating me at something
it's the way that whenever i'm around other guys all i see is your face
it's the way i know that if you ever read this you will automatically know it's about you
it's the way you can make me stay up till 3 on a school night bc you want someone to talk to
it's the way whenever the thought of us together makes all my problems dissapear
it's the way i went weak in the knees those precious few times i saw you with your shirt off
it's the way i repeat and replay in my head every moment we share over and over again
it's the way that every song i listen to somehow corresponds to you
it's the way my dad hates all the other boys i hang out with except you
it's the way i will stay up till 4 just because you might get on
it's the way you smell, even when you swear you're not wearing cologne
it's the way you can render me completely helpless as i unwillingly fall head over heals for you, every single day, without havng a clue
it's the way i hate butterflies in my stomach, but when you give them to me they're alright
it's the way i anticipate the day you finally ask me...every waking moment of my life
it's the way we both know the truth but no one says anything
it's the way i try to impress you and come off as more of a idiot than i already am
it's the way i just want to punch you in your perfect face for always being able to say the right things at the exactly right time
it's they way you fall for all of my friends while i reluctantly am forced into the role of matchmaker as usual
it's the way i type into your box every day, a clumsy confession of feelings with a touch of lousy teenage poetry...just to dare myself to send it
it's the way you're the only person on my buddylist with his own buddy alert that moos whenever you sign on
it's the way i feel whenever i think about you with anyone other than me it's the way i tell you something so desperately random and incoherent just so i can have an excuse to IM yuo and not make it seem like i have been sitting at my computer for the past 10 min wondering what you and her are talking about
it's the way we argue over the stupidest shit and get in pretend fights just because we can
it's the way i wake up and i don't know how, but i know you're going to be mine someday
it's the way my body went completely numb when we touched for the first time, come to think of it that was the only time.
it's the way i know you're eating *blank* and *blank* from from behind my computer screen, and that your cat is sitting on the monitor...could she tell you that? i don't think so.
it's the way i hate going to the movies with you, because it's pure torture to sit next to you pretending to watch the movie while in reality i'm trying to remember how to breathe everytime our elbows touch on the armrest
it's the way i want you to be so happy so much that i slowly kill myself as i set you up with all of my friends
it's the way i know, even as i write this, i will never work up enough courage to give this to you
it's the way i can't stand cats but when you email me pictures of yours they're not so bad
it's the way you're an insensitive ass who hates my writing when you have no idea how tired i am of writing about you
it's the way you're so smart, yet so fucking oblivious
love isn't just butterflies damnit, it's the way i feel everytime i look into your eyes
yea, it's the way your hand fits perfectly into mine,
that makes me think i am in love with you