donderdag 5 mei 2011

Maybe I wasn't that ready, wasn't that ready for you

dinsdag 3 mei 2011

It’s so, so stupid what we do to ourselves because we’re afraid
I’m so good at forgetting and I quit every game I play. But forgive me, love, I can’t turn and walk away.
You've been personally victimized by Regina George, bitch
Will you keep on loving him even though he's whispering someone else's name? You shouldn't let him hold you back, because then it's like he won his game
She wakes up scared of getting old but she don't feel no shame. She knows so many pretty boys and they are all the same. They said "oh hey there girl tell me what do you do". She said "uhm nothing but I'm damn sure it's more than you".
You're always complaining about not being able to figure me out, but maybe I dont want to be figured out. Maybe I'd rather be mysterious, maybe I dont want to be like those other girls
I know we're too young to talk about forever but that's what it feels like...
I'm just scared for the moment when your love turns into lust
i never liked heights but you made the fall look so appealing

zondag 1 mei 2011

I like our way of saying goodbye. One moment I run after you at the streets while I'm wearing no shoes, screaming you're crazy, trying to catch you but not fast enough to finally jump in your arms. Hearing you laugh, making fun of me in a perfect way. The other moment you're standing in the front door saying 'I'm going home' and than kiss me. And repeat this like a hundred times. Than you're saying 'I'm really going home' walk away, but you turn around and kiss me again. They call us weird, I call it perfect love.