I like scrawny pale boys who look like they’re dying, boys who wear all black and have purple bruises beneath their eyes from not being able to sleep at night.
I like boys with beards and muddy boots and arms like bears that have been burnt brown by the woodland sun.
I like boys with horn-rimmed glasses and shelves full of classics and boys with colorful hair who collect crystals and love cats and believe in magic.
I like boys with pale blue irises who draw monsters with sad eyes and aren’t afraid to cry or talk about what it will be like to die.
I like boys who play with computers and knives, boys that will eat sushi with me and hold me tight in the midst of an existential crisis.
I like girls my size who wear crop tops and tights, girls that will swim in the ocean beneath the stars with me in the middle of the night.
I like girls with platform shoes and too much makeup and fire in their eyes who want to see, do, be everything they can while they are briefly alive.
I like girls with cat eyeliner and soft skin and Doc Martins who can catch my eye while I’m tripping and instantly make me feel safe and alright.
I like girls who push me up against the wall when they kiss me, girls with sunlight and flowers in their hair who laugh uncontrollably when they perceive beauty.
I like skinny girls with minds too big for their mouths and rings too big for their fingers, girls with shirts too big for their bodies and dreams too big for this world.
I like boys who choke me when they kiss me hard and girls who dig their claws into my back.
I like boys who carry me home when I’m too drunk and girls who will hold me while I nap.
I like boys who tie me up and make me struggle while they laugh and girls who purr like kittens and pet my hair when I lay in their laps.
I like boys whose whispers make me helpless and girls whose whimpers make me ravenous
ppl who constantly radiate bad vibes are so exhausting like how are you always so that way
This is so real