...are tu serious?
You're self-conscious enough to ask people on the internet what they think of your appearance?
If tu can't understand how beautiful tu truly are, tu don't deserve to get the compliments you're longing for.
If tu say silly things like that just for the compliments the polite people give you, then tu certainly aren't as beautiful on the inside as people say.
Don't complain about how people don't say you're beautiful.
Your scars may be permanent, but they're a reminding part of who tu used to be, guy who got called an emo fag at school because he wears a lot of black and has a cutting scar on his wrist from that one mistake.
You're not fat like tu think tu are, girl who got pressured to lose weight and is now bulimic.
You're smile is beautiful, girl who isn't necessarily as attractive as the other girls at school because of her braces.
You're in no need to ask this kind of thing, because when it all comes together, you'll find that one person who thinks your scars are the most handsome part of you.
o that your braces make tu look absolutely adorable, and they amor besar tu even with them on.
o that the zit on your forehead is invisible and that tu needn't worry about it.
o that size doesn't matter and you'll always be the perfect size to them.
It really doesn't matter what tu look like on the outside.
Just as long as tu don't have that depressing frown on every self-conscious person's face that appears when someone isn't looking at them the way they want them to.
Be confident in who tu really are, and amor the traits of yourself. And stop being such a priss about the imperfections on your outside.
♦
You're self-conscious enough to ask people on the internet what they think of your appearance?
If tu can't understand how beautiful tu truly are, tu don't deserve to get the compliments you're longing for.
If tu say silly things like that just for the compliments the polite people give you, then tu certainly aren't as beautiful on the inside as people say.
Don't complain about how people don't say you're beautiful.
Your scars may be permanent, but they're a reminding part of who tu used to be, guy who got called an emo fag at school because he wears a lot of black and has a cutting scar on his wrist from that one mistake.
You're not fat like tu think tu are, girl who got pressured to lose weight and is now bulimic.
You're smile is beautiful, girl who isn't necessarily as attractive as the other girls at school because of her braces.
You're in no need to ask this kind of thing, because when it all comes together, you'll find that one person who thinks your scars are the most handsome part of you.
o that your braces make tu look absolutely adorable, and they amor besar tu even with them on.
o that the zit on your forehead is invisible and that tu needn't worry about it.
o that size doesn't matter and you'll always be the perfect size to them.
It really doesn't matter what tu look like on the outside.
Just as long as tu don't have that depressing frown on every self-conscious person's face that appears when someone isn't looking at them the way they want them to.
Be confident in who tu really are, and amor the traits of yourself. And stop being such a priss about the imperfections on your outside.
♦
You’re the last thought
Swarming to stutter to a
Stop in my shattered skull
Before I fall to sleep.
Find me in your hands
Perfect ash sifting with
Bright laughter to lift
Your pale spirit.
And I swear, if tu leave
There won’t be any honest
ángeles left to be dado the
título of trusting lust again.
Do not scream, do not
Stare at the bloodied
Bandages that saved us
From losing our cocoons
And cracking into two.
Daemon angel, sugar kisses
Tearing tears from anxious eyes,
tu are a porcelana piece
That ripples to my spine,
tu are Love.
Swarming to stutter to a
Stop in my shattered skull
Before I fall to sleep.
Find me in your hands
Perfect ash sifting with
Bright laughter to lift
Your pale spirit.
And I swear, if tu leave
There won’t be any honest
ángeles left to be dado the
título of trusting lust again.
Do not scream, do not
Stare at the bloodied
Bandages that saved us
From losing our cocoons
And cracking into two.
Daemon angel, sugar kisses
Tearing tears from anxious eyes,
tu are a porcelana piece
That ripples to my spine,
tu are Love.
i used this título because i amor the song por miley cyrus because i can relate to it so much will these are things i hate what guys do:
1.i hate it when u call me sexy and hot
2.i hate it when u dont call on time
3.i hate it when u make plans u dont bother to keep
4.i hate it when u flirt with other girls
5.i hate it when u cheat on me then ask for my forgiveness
6.i hate it when u hurt me and u dont care and leave me crying for days
7.and the thing i hate the most that u do is that u made me fall hard but i couldnt help it u made me fall in amor with u
1.i hate it when u call me sexy and hot
2.i hate it when u dont call on time
3.i hate it when u make plans u dont bother to keep
4.i hate it when u flirt with other girls
5.i hate it when u cheat on me then ask for my forgiveness
6.i hate it when u hurt me and u dont care and leave me crying for days
7.and the thing i hate the most that u do is that u made me fall hard but i couldnt help it u made me fall in amor with u