Except for the people who scream in the hallways and you just want to be like
And the people who walk in the hallway too slow, you’re like
And then the girls and boys who think they’re everything, you’re all like
And then some bitch talks shit about you, and you’re all like
And the teachers are boring, well, let’s not even go there.
Plus, why do we even have to go to school?
I want that unexplainable kind of love. Not the really sappy kind that you see in terrible movies. But the kind that you see with real people that are actually truly happy. The people that just want to be together. That still make each other laugh. And hold hands and kiss in public. I want the boyfriend that makes me things rather than buying me jewelry. The one that would rather sit and eat takeout snuggling on the couch watching terrible movies than go out somewhere. I want the boyfriend who tells me he loves me. But only when he really means it. I want someone who is dorkier and as stupid as me. Who knows my favorite coffee and all my food allergies. Someone who knows everything about me down to the scar on my left thumb. I want the boyfriend that’s my best friend.
(: its the truth!
(: its the truth!
Have you ever had a dream inside a dream? They really fuck with you. I had one last night. The beginning is hazy like with all dreams, but mom and I were with You in a store. Mom leans over and whispers something in You’re ear. You smile that perfect smile. You’re wearing my favorite sweater of Yours and smell of that familiar smell. You walk over to me and take my hand. I can feel it there: the warm softness through my mittens. We’re suddenly outside holding hands, walking in the snow. It’s perfectly fluffy and white: picturesque. We just walk like that for a while and I feel happy, like I’m at home. Your face is so vivid and your voice so clear. I tell you about a dream I had of mom whispering something in your ear in some store. You chuckle and tell me that wasn’t a dream. I look at you and get caught in your beautiful eyes and wonder how it is that I am so lucky as to be with you. We walk further. Hand in hand. I never want to let go. I wake up and feel empty. Wishing that my dream could become my real life. But ill never be with you. Fuck.