My World

She’s just a girl. Nothing special, just your average teenager. Her hair never went the way she wanted it, her clothes never fit her right, and she never went to bed at a reasonable hour before school the next day. She didn’t have straight A’s, and she wasn’t the sports star. But she has dreams. When no one is around, she dances and she sings. She wants to fall in love. She has once before, but has gotten her heart broken. She is probably more careful than she should be. She wants a boy who sees the real her, not the one she tries to make people thinks she is. She wants to be loved for the girl who is clumsy. The girl who is super ticklish and has a crazy laugh. The one who is the band geek and who doesn’t feel beautiful. She’s crazy sometimes, and she cries too easily. And all she wants is a boy to love her for that. One who will hold her hand and kiss her forehead. One who will give her his sweatshirt when she is cold, and hold her when she cries. He won’t be afraid to let the world knows he loves her. All she wants is a happy ending.

—(via goingstrange, icheertrisha) (via poeticheartache) (via accidette)