We'll be okay

So here's the thing about girls: One girl always knows a girls that knows a girl that knows a girl that's the a girls sister who knows a girls that has heard from a girl that knows a girl who found out.

I dont yet know how when or where but I know I'll make my dreams come true.

And if all the words syou spoke appeared on your skin would you still look beautiful?

 Say what you want behind my back, as long as I don't know, I won't mind.















Some days in some ways I want to puch people real hard in their goddamn face.

If I asked you to name all the things you loved, how long would it take you to name yourself?

















There's something magical about the way you feel kind of fuzzy even hours after you've finished a book.

 Isn't it weird how crazily we want to be loved in that poetic way?
Isn't it crazy how weirdly we feel sad afterwards?
But isn't sadness just so poetic?

If you want a girl you gotta tell her, tell her you will be there for worse or for better.
Because that's just how it works, that's how you get the girl.

So maybe I'll die alone, but that does not mean I have to live alone.

The things you did but didn't mean to,
those are usually the things you did because you were meant to.