For The Cutiest Cutie I Ever Did See, We talk about it quite a lot, but I’m still quite surprised we’re where we are now. I don’t know what it was about you, but there was just something that really made me want you in my life. Of course back then it was more of a platonic thing, but I think I kind of knew deep down that you were someone special. Perhaps it was the way we kind of just clicked. We had (have) chemistry. Talking to you was effortless and the fact you could actually hold a conversation with me was refreshing. We had like nothing in common, but still managed to maintain a friendship. That’s definitely something. I can’t say I know what it’s like to try and be friends with someone you have a crush on/have to watch them be in a …show more content…
Relationships and feelings are just kind of tough. Please don’t think it has anything to do with you, it’s not that there’s a lack of wanting to be with you. Trust me. You’re beyond wonderful and in so many ways I feel so undeserving of you because I can’t give you the kind of relationship you probably want. I’m just far too cautious and too logical about things, especially when it comes to love. Being hurt does that to you I’m afraid. Even Jason was like “damn, Jon messed you up.” But I want you to know I’m really, truly trying. I’m not 100% ready and I don’t know when I will be, but I really do want this whatever we have to work. I want us to have a future, despite all of the things we’ve discussed …show more content…
But other than that you’re as perfect as they come). So thank you for being you, patootie. You’re the bestest boo and one of my best friends (don’t tell Saf). The ultimate combination in my opinion. It’s never a dull moment with you and you always keep me laughing, so thank you for that too. And thank you for always making me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. I do love when you compliment me, even though I try to play it off with sassy comments. I like the way you look at me with this kind of light in your eyes like I make you super happy too, and I hope that never goes away. Also thanks for putting up with me, I don’t say it enough. I know I’m a lot to handle. But it’s like they say right? This why you have two hands. Hah I’m
"Two-Bit, I swear, if you don't shut up I will come over there and personally beat the tar outta you."
Since a child, Stargirl had always seemed a bit… off. Her parents seemed to adore her weirdness, they even seemed to encourage it at times. To demonstrate, her parents called her Pocketmouse. They used it to so much that even she started referring to herself as Pocketmouse instead of Susan. But did her parents ever do anything about it? Of course not. She kept the nickname, until she changed it to Mudpie. Then Hullygully. And then Stargirl. But at the time, I knew her as Mudpie.
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
And now it's time for Silly Songs with Pinkie Pie. The part of the show where Pinkie comes out and sings a silly song. One Day, while talking to Dr. Spike, Pinkie confronts one of her deepest fears... Pinkie: (singing) If My Lips ever left my mouth, packed a bag, and headed South, That'll be too bad, I'd be so sad.
“You felt like you don't even want to try to do anything” “It makes you feel like taking our best friends away from
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
One day I was invited to Tom and Daisy’s lunch. It was a good news for me obviously, I was desperate to see Daisy. I was so desperate, I wanted her to live with me now and I have decided to tell Tom that who Daisy love is not him but it is me. That day, I told everything to Tom and I just needed Daisy to conform what I was saying was true.
Ouch. Her venom stings my pride. “I like him,” I return. “I just don’t do well with, you know… with emotions…that kind of shit. And so we clear here, I never implied myself as an option. There’s decent guys out there. You should go find one.” There’s the warning. You should stay away!
The reasons you stated for staying away from me are the exact stimuli nature instilled in each one of us, when unhampered by the chaos I spoke of, that drives us to epic new ideas and achievements.
"Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez vous? Dormez vous? Sonnez les matines, Sonnez les matines, Din, din, don! Din, din, don..." my voice echoed.
We had gone to elementary school together and have been friends for over ten years. Over the years we developed different interests. We met new friends and joined various clubs and sports. Nevertheless, our walks home together remained the same. During one of our walks, we were laughing at a silly joke Jennifer had made.
Thank you for the time you take to give me an extra hug or tell me I am wonderful. Those silent moments recharge my senses of appreciation for you.
and maybe we can be together some day... but I'm not at my best right now. Okay, I'll give you the space you need.
Here, in my white rose garden, I kiss plucked petals that have ripened with time: for their beauty still remains in memory. Here, in my white rose garden, I stargaze under the pale moon's warm light: he who's magic helps my roses bloom. Though innocence prevails, one cannot prevent, those sharp thorns that taint our roses with ruby red blood.
We are still wearing our purple camp T-shirts. The bus aroma still resembles wilderness. We still smell like pine. It’s been one amazing weekend with you. The feeling I have right now are confusing, ones that I’ve never previously experienced. I like you and you like me and I more than like you, but I am not sure if you do or don't “more than like me.” You have never said, so I kept the thought to myself and haven't been saying anything about it all summer long. I am pleased with enjoying the microscopic miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on and so on. A girl who is intelligent and comical that wants to hang out with me. A girl who, if I say something dumb to make her laugh, is willing to say something two sometimes even three times as dumb to make me laugh. A girl who isn’t completely normal, capable of being a little weird, yet also be wise sometimes in a way I couldn’t fathom being. A girl who enjoys reading books that haven’t been assigned to her, whose curly blonde hair frequently has a line running through it from the tie she uses to hold it up while it is still wet. How lucky could I be?