Today I kinda feel like my shell is too big for my body. I feel like I have so far to crawl and that I'll never inch fast enough.
This is how I want my hair done when I get married.
Milk Duds really are like contact cement.
I hope what I leave behind when I'm gone is just as beautiful.
This girl gets me. We're practically the same person. I always learn something new about her every time we talk, and I'm never bored with her. She's sane and I know I can trust her not to tell, not to judge, and to always accept me for who I am. She can take a joke and knows what buttons to push and which ones to protect. She's the only girl I trust explicitly.
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