“@amkidd: you take pieces of truth and mix it with your lies. you make me look so bad, and you look so good in their eyes.” — Sayra Garcia (@MsSaySayGarcia)
“@amkidd: you take pieces of truth and mix it with your lies. you make me look so bad, and you look so good in their eyes.” — Sayra Garcia (@MsSaySayGarcia)
In third grade: Learn cursive, you will use it for the rest of your life
Middle School: Write in cursive if you want, but make sure it's readable
High School: Please don't write in cursive
College: If you do not type it I will not grade your paper
romeo: hey i just met you.
romeo: and this is crazy.
romeo: but i saw you at your dad's party that i wasn't supposed to attend and i thought you were pretty cute so i followed you and we kissed but then your nanny called you away and i found out you were a capulet and got bummed so i sneaked into your back yard in the middle of the night and climbed your balcony uninvited to profess my undying love after an hour even though i wanted to bone rosaline like two scenes ago.
romeo: so marry me maybe.
how I tell stories
me: and then she was like
me: and im like
me: but then shes like
me: then theyre like
me: so i was like
me: yeah like
me: i know like
me: ye
I want to get hurt. A car accident, anything. I want to get injured enough to wind up in a hospital, just to see if anyone would come to make sure I’m okay. And I’d pretend to be sleeping or dying so in case anyone actually did come, they would sit at the edge of my bed, crying, and tell me everything. I want to hear everything they’ve ever thought of me, how they really feel, if they’re sorry for anything. I just want to know the truth. And I want to know who truly cares about me.
