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No matter 

what 

they 

take from me 

they 

cant 

take my dignity.

:)
Sat Feb 27
greenlover:

annabananasplit:


x—prettyreckless:

x—prettyreckless:

The Phone Call. 
Girl quickly punches in number quickly and waits until she hears the other line pick up.
“Becky, I don’t know what to do. I really don’t. I love him so much and I don’t think he thinks of me that way. I mean, whenever I see him or think of him, I can’t help it, but this smile comes across my face. Sometimes he sees me and smiles back. That’s when my knees turn to jello and I get butterflies in my stomach. I know you think he is so totally adorable and cute, but if you look past that and actually listen to what he has to say, you find a totally different person. He’s so caring and considerate and he makes me feel like I don’t deserve him. Well, actually, I don’t deserve him. He’s too perfect. I mean, look at all the girls that fall over him. They’re so pretty and bubbly… not me. Now I didn’t tell you this but he called me the other day about homework. I tell you now, I’m so embarrassed. I stuttered the whole time, but he was so sweet and just kept on talking. He’s so perfect, Becky. I don’t deserve him, so why do I keep praying that he’d notice me? Becky, you there?”
“This isn’t Becky.”
Petrified, the girl asks, “Then who is this?”
“This is the guy who’s smile turns your knees to jello and I just wanted to say one thing. Everything you said just now, I’ve been wanting to say since the day I met you.” ♥

Thanks. :)

greenlover:

annabananasplit:

x—prettyreckless:

x—prettyreckless:

The Phone Call.

Girl quickly punches in number quickly and waits until she hears the other line pick up.

Becky, I don’t know what to do. I really don’t. I love him so much and I don’t think he thinks of me that way. I mean, whenever I see him or think of him, I can’t help it, but this smile comes across my face. Sometimes he sees me and smiles back. That’s when my knees turn to jello and I get butterflies in my stomach. I know you think he is so totally adorable and cute, but if you look past that and actually listen to what he has to say, you find a totally different person. He’s so caring and considerate and he makes me feel like I don’t deserve him. Well, actually, I don’t deserve him. He’s too perfect. I mean, look at all the girls that fall over him. They’re so pretty and bubbly… not me. Now I didn’t tell you this but he called me the other day about homework. I tell you now, I’m so embarrassed. I stuttered the whole time, but he was so sweet and just kept on talking. He’s so perfect, Becky. I don’t deserve him, so why do I keep praying that he’d notice me? Becky, you there?”

“This isn’t Becky.”

Petrified, the girl asks, “Then who is this?”

“This is the guy who’s smile turns your knees to jello and I just wanted to say one thing. Everything you said just now, I’ve been wanting to say since the day I met you.” 

Thanks. :)