Nicest Thing
I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you were in the world
I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile
I wish the way I dressed was your favourite kind of style
I wish you couldn’t figure me out
But you always knew what I was about
I wish you’d hold my hand when I was upset
I wish you’d never forget the look on my face when we first met
I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly
‘Cause it was a hidden bit that no one else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew that when I said two sugars
Actually, I meant three
Thoughts
I haven’t posted to this in a long time because I’ve been rather busy and also rather inspired. But over these past few days, I’ve been feeling so full of words that I figured this is as good a place as any to write them down. I’ve been feeling really frustrated with a lot of things in my life lately, both personal and otherwise and so that led me to be in a “feel sorry for myself” mood. Today was my first day of work at the same place I’ve worked for the past four years and I was feeling pretty sorry for myself this morning. I didn’t get to finish my morning coffee, I was up till two in the morning,it was cold and rainy out, plus my job can only be described as a hot mess. But on my lunch break I was talking to my co-worker who is also a really good friend of mine and she was telling me that her friend was in the hospital because they discovered he had bone cancer in October. They thought they had cured it, but when he went in recently to have his leg looked at, they found the cancer was back and spreading quickly, so they’d have to amputate it. I literally almost started to cry. How could I be so shallow as to get upset about work or boys or whatever when people are going through things so much more serious? So I’m done complaining. Whatever comes, I know I am extremely lucky to have my wonderful family and to be healthy.
Okay done with the serious rant. Sorry guys.
Claire
(via quote-book)
Yes, I got up this morning, made coffee and watched Spongebob. And yes, I am proud of it.
Just a Thought
BOYS ARE STUPID.
(via quote-book)
This poem was in the back of my copy of The Bell Jar and for some reason, I’ve always remembered it.
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
Taken out of context I must seem so strange.
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