Turn offs: Girls who aren’t expressive to me like I love to know how the world makes you feel, what makes you happy, if you like tea or coffee better. Someone who is hot but has a horrible personality, people who think they’re above everyone, over dramatic girls
Turn ons: personality that makes me laugh and I just could talk to them forever, long hair, brown or green eyes, people who care about you at the best and worst, confidence and boldness is a huge thing for me
i see so many girls and there’s so many different types of pretty… there’s like the honey, green tea pretty girls that like sitting outside and soaking up the sun…. the dark pretty with black eye make up and wild hair and piercings… the bad bitch pretty with killer highlight and striking style….. the lazy pretty girls with snapbacks and sneakers…. the bookish girls with glasses and sweaters that make your heart melt…. the soft Angel pretty girls who just look as sweet as a peach with soulful eyes…. the cute girls with chubby cheeks and messy hair and it seems like warmth emits from them… girls are so fucking beautiful
“She was tired and so
was he, so she drank her cup of tea to fall asleep and he drank his cup of
coffee to stay awake.”
He couldn’t understand and she
couldn’t find the right words to say.
She likes to build walls and
he likes to build bridges, and maybe that’s why they never clicked.
A few years back, she was like a cure. She
was saving them but they were killing her- slowly but surely until there’s nothing left but a weak
and fragile girl who just wanted to close her eyes.
And so she drinks her cup of tea to make
her fall asleep and forget everything for a while.
He was crazy, wild, and
beautiful. Vibrant green eyes that can make everyone smile. They were a lot
different from the girl who drinks tea. Sure, they were of the same color but
he had hope in his eyes and she had none.
And so he drinks his cup of
coffee to stay awake and feel alive.
He was in repair, not
together but he’s slowly getting there.
She was never in repair; broken
and shattered right from the start, probably lost in somewhere dark.
Him and Her.
Her and Him.
They were anything but
more and nothing less.
She was a restless blizzard
and he was a calming breeze.