It's a physical sickness. How much I love him.
I love it when he cocks an eyebrow whenever I say something he finds clever or amusing.
I love that.
I love his boyish laugh and his wrinkled shirts and his ridiculous knitted hat. I love his large brown eyes,and the way he bites his nails,and I love his hair so much I could die.
Writing ‘Red’, I was 21 and 22 and back then I think my priorities were different. My priorities were, I was very enamored by romance and the idea of that. At 24, at this point, I’m just really like, I just want to be with my friends, and I wanna make music, and I wanna play shows, and I wanna travel the world, and I want to define my life on my own terms. That’s my list of priorities now which is different than it was a couple years ago.
why is it that when you finally insist on doing something such as cleaning the house, your parents get mad at you for “doing it wrong” or something like damn at least im doing it without you telling me to you ungrateful shit