one day...

If you’ve had sex with less then 12 people, then having sex with you is a more exclusive club then walking on the moon

Leap Day should be renamed Catch-Up Day, and should be a national holiday centered around getting your shit together.

It’s somewhat normal to go home with a random one night stand, but it’d be weird to hold their hand while walking to another bar. Hand holding is now more intimate than sleeping with someone.

In a Rick Astley concert, if he didn’t sing “never gonna give you up”, it would be a reverse rickroll.

When you have no one to Netflix & Chill with, there’s always Amazon & Alcohol

I love people with preferences. I love when people are picky and like things just so. Like you’re in their room and you notice they have their shelf or furniture arranged particularly and you know if you ask them about it, it’s purposeful. I love people that put thought into even the minute details of their lives. Purposeful minutia that they definitely have an opinion about if you were to ask. I have no idea why but I find it so endearing and I think I have to end up with someone like this. 

Or maybe not

defintitely not