October 2009
In your eyes I was never too short too fat too skinny too tall too smart too stupid too nice too mean. I was always the perfect amount of everything. In your eyes, I was perfect. My hair was always just right and my make-up was flawless (even though you swore I never needed any to begin with). Everything fit me just right. And I was the best at anything I did. You didn’t notice if my glasses were crooked. You never noticed when my legs were unshaved and you didn’t care that one boob was bigger than the other or that my cellulite hung out of my shorts. Your love was unconditional. I cared about what you thought.
“Why is a raven like a writing desk?”
—
The Hatter (via fuckyeahwonderland)
Poe both wrote on them.
I Hate People. Jemina Pearl.
Another lonely night
I think if I’m lucky i’ll get into a fight
I hate everything I see
It’s a different city with the same old scene
A waste of space
Then what a suprise
Through the dull conversations and glazed over eyes
There you were in all your glory
I could tell that you wouldn’t bore me
Oh I
I hate people
But I
I like you
Oh I
I hate people
And you
You do too
I was walking
Around wanting to die
Thought I wouldn’t make it through the night if I try
But I saw you standing there
In your torn leather jacket and dark brown hair
You were different
From all the restÂ
my eyes saw only yours and that big mess
As I pushed past the people to get to you
I saw in your eyes that you already knew
Oh I
I hate people
But I
I like you
Oh I
I hate people
And you
You do too
I thought that we could get together
I thought that we could have some fun
Just the two of us
Alone together
Hating everyone!
Oh I
I hate people
But I
I like you
Oh I
I hate people
And you
You do too
I like this song. I need to find this boy.
