I'm Meg, 21, a senior at the University of Kentucky. I like tattoos, elephants, Star Wars, Doctor Who & the Beatles.
I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair,
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when your stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind,
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie,
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate it that I don’t hate you.
Not even a little bit.
Not even close.
Not even at all.
(Source: ariellekebbel)
You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.
so you’re home from college for the weekend, and expect your parents to be cool and not bitch about your grades/summer job/ habits. instead, all you can think about is how the summer at home is going to be absolute shit, because you’re going to drive each other insane.
(Source: blanchetts)
