- -waiting for brother to get out of the shower-
- -hears him singing-
- me: will you quit singing?
- brother: what?
- me: QUIT SINGING. IT'S LAME
- brother: WOMAN
- brother: WHEN I'M IN THE SHOWER, TWO THINGS GET TO BE FREE
- brother: MY BALLS
- brother: AND MY SOUL
I am just a teenage girl who doesn't quite see the world the same as everyone else. My greatest wish is to have one of those magical true loves that poets write about, but I am already starting to despair of that ever happening. I want to be kissed under water, in the rain, under fireworks, and to be told that I'm beautiful, even though I know that I'm not. I feel too passionately and too deeply for someone my age, and it makes life hurt a lot more then it should, but I know that one day I will find what I'm looking for, so I stay hopeful. :)
"There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay to look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott."
And PS, whoever you are, you are beautiful! <3