I have decided that someday, an insanely attractive guy is going to hold the door open for me. When he does, I will sing, “All my life has been a series of doors in my face, then suddenly I bump into you,” and if he joins in, it’s totally meant to be.
Why don’t they have a super, hyped up awards show for books? I bet the awards would be something like, Best Male/Female Characters, Best Antagonist, Best Plot Development, Best Plot Twist, and Book You Threw Across the Room the Hardest. I would watch that show every year.
^That’s accurate for mine… admiring from afar… or creeping on Facebook.
One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish doesn’t have 45 pages… but the other books nearest me says:
“‘He doesn’t mean that kind of seeds. He means things to make us good; and the weeds are faults,’ cried Demi, who usually took the lead in these talks, because he was used to this sort of thing and like it very much.”
I don’t want somebody that will deal with my overflow of books, I want somebody who will have their own books to add onto the shelves.
I have actually sort of dreamt about the way the guy I like and I will organize our bookshelves together if he ends up being “the one.” I am not ashamed.
How do you when you’re in love? Different people say different things; books and movies say other things still. Is being in love different for every person? Do we just think we know what it’s like because we’ve seen so many movies? But then someone comes along and makes us question whether or not Hollywood’s portrayal was accurate?
How do you know when you’re in love? Is it when you realize that the schoolgirl crush has grown, and you’re afraid you may be in love? Is it when you deny that you even have feelings for him? Or when you accept the fact that maybe it really is love?
How do you know when you’re in love? Is it when he gives you butterflies? When you drown in his blue eyes & his crooked smile comes to the rescue? Is it when you look forward to every time you get to see him and hang out? When you count down to your eighteenth birthday because on that day you’ll finally be able to say all the words that you’ve kept locked in cages in your heart?
How do you know when you’re in love? Is it when you miss him right after he leaves? Is it when you can’t imagine him not being in your future in some way? Is it when you’re content just sitting in silence with him, or talking to him about nothing and everything? When being with him just feels right?
How do you know when you’re in love? Is it when you cry when you learn he’s gotten a girlfriend since the last time you saw him? When you’re sick the next day and you’re sure the despair is part of the reason why? Is it when you have a hard time looking his girlfriend in the eye, especially after it’s become official, when she talks to you? When you avoid his beautiful eyes so he can’t see the hurt or through the fake smile when the three of you are in the same room? Is it when you want him to be happy and are happy that he’s happy, but you just can’t stop wishing it were with you instead of her?
How do you know when you’re in love? Is it when you can’t get over how many things you have in common? Is it when he’s one of the very few people you’ll let borrow your books, or when he’s the only one you’ll offer to let borrow one before he even asks? Is it when you hope you’ll have the chance to play another late-night game of chess with him?
How do you know when you’re in love? Is it when you wonder if he’s started your book yet, or if he remembers you still have to discuss the last book you both read? When you wonder how far he is in the Campaign on COD Ghosts? Is it when you wonder if he’s started learning those songs on guitar yet? When you look forward to the next time you’ll hear him play, and hope that one day he’ll sing you to sleep?
How do you know when you’re in love? Is it when you frequently pray for him, that he’s doing well & such? When you hope and pray he’ll get his turn signal fixed soon so he’ll be a bit safer on the roads? Is it when you wonder what he’s up to, if he’s thinking about & praying for you?
How do you know when you’re in love? Is it when you don’t mind if you make a fool of yourself in front of him? When you want him to know not only your strengths but also your weaknesses? Is it when you want him to know the real you? Is it when you know some of his weaknesses and flaws, but accept him nonetheless?
How do you know when you’re in love? Is it when all those songs remind you of him? When you pretend you’re singing them right to him? Is it when those romantic movies frustrate you because you want a relationship full of love with him, but it’s not gonna happen because right now he’s got a girlfriend? Is it when you feel like you should give up, but you just can’t? When you’re hopelessly hopeful?
How do you know when you’re in love?
How do you know when to give up?
Pre-calculus should double as a foreign language credit. I’ve got more than enough foreign language credits to graduate, but I’m just sayin’. I mean, what if there’s some undiscovered civilization on an uncharted island and they only speak… math…? We’re learning their language.
When I was little, I thought skim milk was called skin milk. And that kind of scared me. Like, why would someone put skin in milk? I didn’t like milk in the first place, and I definitely didn’t want to be drinking milk that had skin as an ingredient. It didn’t help that skim milk tasted weird.
There was always “skin” milk at the hospital when my mom had surgery. Being in a hospital made it even scarier because things happen in hospitals, and the doctors could easily access skin to put in the milk; that’s just disturbing and disgusting.
Yeah, that’s what I believed about skim milk as a young child.
If I’ve learned anything from video games, it is that when you meet enemies, it means that you’re going in the right direction.
that’s really inspiring
holy fucking shit
The funny thing is… I recently learned this as well.
i have 99 problems and they’re all the fact that I’m not at Comic-Con.