I'm just a tiny robot

non-confrontational cowboy that wont turn around after the 10 paces

he just breaks into a sprint and nobody has ever been able to hit him because he serpentines so well

my type includes vampires, pirates, kings, forest fae, Hozier, women in suits, people with swords, anyone wearing a crown, people I see on the train for .5 seconds, the mysterious figure in a cape running in the moonlight, witches, and anyone who looks as if they haven’t slept in a millennium. 

everyone who writes their ‘7’s with a little dash through them had a conscious moment of truth where they actively chose to write ‘7’ in that way and never stopped doing it like if you can’t clearly recall that fateful decision wyd