you don't know how lovely you are

I'm happy with you. and I'm at ease with you. I put on no acts for you. no fake laughs for you. I'm.. me.. with you.
more than with anyone else.



it's just that simple.

this could be a brand new start

I really quite enjoy those days when soft smiles are always on your face
not too big but not too small. perfectly proportional
those days when you realize how much of your life is actually rather great,
good, superb..

I like rap music
like music in general
like eyelid freckles
like my camera
like my brother, his girlfriend
like my brother's drunk and high stories, always great to entertain
like playing nurse to those who need it
like being creative,
like happy music
like my school
like intricate music videos that have a whole lot of love put into them
like sitting on couches all day
like feeling like the world is your music video
like feeling vindicated
like blue Christmas lights
tiny waists easy for tickling
white vnecks on beautiful people
how big and blue the sky is
knowing where each one of her scars are
not having to waste my time with words
feeding people
the way hearts really look as opposed to their commercial appearance
the way I win at spelling but fail at most things grammatical..
just like that.
my ability to spew out words and thoughts without editing them
and their ability to not sound completely retarded
my voice being naturally higher pitched
the fact that I have a roof over my head and two dogs who are annoying yet awesome
the fact that I have a laptop
and I have beer on my sweatshirt, it smells disgusting
finding my heart that should be still
car rides in comfortable silence
Radiohead filling the gaps of conversation
being chill in general
sleeping in her arms
smelling her when she's away
dimples
tolerance is the passageway to being a knowledgeable,
soft cheeks (the face kind)
everything

everything in life has the potential to be alright
waking up in her arms, even if you're falling to the floor
huge sweatshirts
driving in the dark
Lack of Color

warped tour



everything has the potential to be alright.

I won't burn long

tears are cold.
I don't like sniffly noses that belong to me
or red-rimmed eyes
hate tension headaches
crying for no reason
self loathing
complacence of ignorance
lack of general intelligence
intolerance is ignorance no matter what way you spin it
don't like things happening when you slam your keyboard with your fists
I don't like self-absorbed people who think that everyone likes them
or people who have with an extremely large ego
even though we all have one- don't deny it

dislike self-centered people
dislike being surrounded by loud people when I just want to be alone
dislike being called girly
dislike the smell of cigarette smoke
dislike the wrong music at the wrong moment
dislike having to pull up the car seat four feet after my dad drives the car

dislike self loathing
dislike my basic lack of knowledge of music theory
dislike my lack of individuality-but you aren't individual either, we are a mass of people, teenagers
dislike the basic ignorant human
dislike the fact that I will only use 5 percent of my brain capacity no matter how hard I try to push the limit
dislike what my face looks like when I lay down
dislike awkward temptations or awkward situations

dislike self loathing.
dislike selfishness, selfish people, I am one.


dislike self loathing.