we are young.

a man once introduced himself to me by taking my hand into his and kissing the top of it, keeping his eyes locked with mine the entire time. it was the most wonderful introduction i’ve ever had.

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.

i have a sister and we’re not like that - saaaad lyf