slowmotion

27th May 2012 | 17 notes

10 Things I Hate About You.

I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around,
and the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
not even close…
not even a little bit…
not even at all.

(Source: curlyhairedscot)

26th May 2012 | 936 notes

yes.

(Source: ninass-dobrev)

25th May 2012 | 2 notes

I’ll pick up a pen again one day
And I’ll title the page Pearls By Before Brunch, or something of that sort.

And I’ll tell a story about how I still feel everything sometimes.
And about how we all had the time of our lives,
And long live the look on your face.

I’ll trace my steps, my lines, my eraser marks- all of those that turned into my drawings.
My maps, my sleeping patterns.
All of my “you’s”,
The many different “me’s”.

And I’ll end it with an unsigned ‘Welcome home’,
I’m sorry I was out so long but I really thought

(and thought, and thought, and thought…)

But I really thought I’d make it back in time for brunch.