this is for all the bisexuals that drink chocolate milk from a wine glass alone in their room eating doritos while so strongly dissociating that they are somewhere in a bathroom crying during a 7th grade slumber party wondering whether or not to call their mom you 👏🏽 are 👏🏽 valid 👏🏽
how am I supposed to nOT be a blushing mess when the BF sings Crazy Beautiful at me from my bed whilst just kinda gazing at me like holy shit I can’t take this much cute and romantic
i actually think i might be a little bit in love and it’s scaring me to death
I feel like a cross between Ramona Flowers and Harley Quinn and I am living for this manic pixie dream girl look
love: overthinker, long baths with rose petals, sad yet powerful smiles, old libraries, often found staring at the stars, hands smudged with graphite, no sleep™️
honey: messy hair, loud yet beautiful laughter, bold colors, swirly handwriting, pink lipstick, wandering through art museums, dancing for no reason, vibrant dreams
sweetheart: summer breezes, compliments everyone, probably owns a pair of overalls, tea drinker, can’t sing for shit but still does anyway, favorite type of food is dessert
cutie: likes baking, says they’re stupid but is actually really damn smart, wants pastel hair, takes really nice notes, ice cream, favorite article of clothing is an oversized hoodie, pretty eyes
darling: s o f t, fav color is either yellow or pink, lots of flowers, wants to pet a cat, sleepy, actually has time to eat breakfast, rainy days, lip gloss
i love sitting on a sofa with one leg crossed over the other and my arms spread out across the headboard behind me like a young, reckless, 1920s gentleman of ambiguous sexuality, with more money than i know what to do with and an intense weariness of the shallow, hedonistic lifestyle enjoyed by my companions
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