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

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 you 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 the way I don’t hate you.  Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

a king never runs

- All I know is that I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be your enemy.

- Yeah, I get that a lot.

I’m going to surf every day. Your entire body will ache tonight. It’s going to hurt quite a lot. I don’t care if my body’s shattered. Because it’s fun.

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you think the heart game is designed to be a game of betrayal, but then the sheep hide from the wolf out of love… i’m still broken about this