
You may not remember,
but
that night when all we did was
lay there and you brushed the hair out of my eyes,
that was the night
I fell in love with you.
You should be
proud to be able to call her your girlfriend.
I know a
million guys would
diefor someone like her to call their own.
You're taking her for
granted.
And you know she can't stick around forever.
You're treating her
poorly.
I wish there was something I could do to change that
because out of everyone I know,
she deserves this the most.



Here's to the
crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things
differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? We make tools for these kinds of people. While some see them as the crazy ones, we see
genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world,
are the ones who do.


Want my advice?
Stay mad as long as you can.
Because once you're not mad anymore,
it hurts. It hurts like hell and once it hurts that bad
you
can't make yourself mad anymore.


all the world is waiting for the sun


I love staring at people sitting at a stop light. Even though it may seem rude, you can learn a lot about people within that 10 second range that you are with them.
They're confidence, or lack of it, shines through at that very moment they realize you're looking at them; for they can either look away or they can
stare right back at you and
hold that gaze until the light changes green.


I am here to live out loud.

I'm a slut because I'll wear shorts and a tanktop.
I'm a b!tch because I don't let you push me around.
I'm a liar because I won't tell you everything.
I'm stupid because sometimes I'm wrong.
I'm ugly because my face isn't perfect.
I'm a whore because I like boys.
I'm annoying because I'm not chill enough.
I'm a loser because I'm not friends with your group.
I use people because I do what's best for me.
I'm fake because most of the time I'm happy.
I'm weird because I'm not like you.
I'm controlling because I get mad sometimes.
I'm clingy because I like to be around people.
I'm greedy because I like to be satisfied.
I'm naive because I'm younger than you.
I'm conceited because I'm proud of who i am.
I'm rude because my manners aren't perfect.
I'm unappreciative because I don't praise you.Don't try to tell me who I am because i already know.



So if someone chooses to be a slut, a junkie, a Christian, a beauty queen, a prositute, a college student, a drop out, a mother...
deal with it, because its not your life!
God forbid you be an ugly girl
of course
too pretty is also your doom;
because everyone harbours a
secret hatred,for the prettiest girl in the room.