In movies, there are always misunderstandings before the hero and the heroine get together. He seems like he hates her, she thinks she hates him, he maybe courts her a little, they connect for a minute, then she misunderstands something and hates him again for most of the movie, despite various appealing things he does to try to win her. Or it’s the other way around, he seems like he hates her because he misunderstands something she did. And it turns out they were wrong. They love each other madly. And that’s the end.
If it didn’t matter,
it wouldn’t still be in your head
the more i look around and listen, i realize that i’m not
alone. we are all facing choices that define us. no choice, however messy, is without importance in the overall picture of our lives. we all at our own age have to claim something, even if it’s only our own confusion. i am in the middle of growing up and into myself.
There have been lots of cars in my driveway and lots of boys on my couch. I’ve toyed with the bad boys, momma’s boys, & country boys. I’ve been broken by a few, and broken a few myself. I’ve only said “I love you” twice, but meant it only once. I’ve been the rebound, the challenge, the fallback, and the girlfriend. I’ve been the mistake, and the
correction. One day someone will love me for what I’ve been and what I am, where I’ve been, and where I am. Someday, yeah my prince will come
They say talk is cheap so i bought every word you said
yeah, it’s cute when people who have a lot in common date each other. But I prefer somebody I can argue with and in the end, agree to disagree, and then make out. Really, why date yourself?
In life there are going to be some things that make it hard to smile, but whatever you go through, all the rain & the pain, you got to keep your sense of humour. You got to smile for me now, remember that.
All I want is one person. One person to hold me down and force me to say how I really feel about what I have to say. One person to hug me and tell me things will be okay, even if they won’t.
Who are you to judge the life I live? I’m not
perfect and I don’t live to be, but before you start
pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.
The minute you start enjoying yourself and who you’ve become,
When you walk into a room with your head in the air,
The minute you wake up and are glad to be you,
The possibilities and opportunities will come knocking
She’ll flip through her thousands of songs until she finds one that will perfectly describe the way she feels right now
She’s the kind of girl who you forget as soon as you meet her. She’s the B-side to your favorite cassette tape, the crust on the bread, every face you’ve ever forgotten. She is the verse to that song on the radio, the one where you have to hum along because you can’t remember the words. Yeah, she’s that forgettable.
I liked the days when boys were written down on paper listed on your top 5,
instead of you carrying them in your heart.
When you would brag about how cool your parents were,
instead of talking about how they now ruin your lives.
When the only reason you didn’t want to get out of bed for school was because you were sleepy,
& now it’s because each day is a struggle.
While hide & seek was the coolest game,
instead of guys seeing how many girls they can go out with at one time.
When you wished upon birthday candles,
& now you wish on a boy who is holding your heart.
The days when you were just a kid who still had their innocence,
& now you’re a teenager who knows everything has changed.
Don’t make her wait for you, just because you know she will.
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