I don’t have a ”type”. If I like you, I like you.
And if I like you, you’re pretty special.
Because I hate everyone.
Do you ever get into an argument with someone and find yourself unable to speak for a moment because you’re just so blown away by how utterly wrong and ignorant the other person is being and you can’t understand how anyone could actually believe the things they are saying
He’s cute but would he take me to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss me in every beautiful place, so that I can never go back to them without tasting him like blood in my mouth. Would he destroy me in the most beautiful way possible. And when he leaves me will I finally understand why storms are named after people