2. I really, really wish you could’ve supported me sooner, instead of being such a prick. End of story.

To be honest, she’s hardly been able to picture herself settling down into a relationship, let alone getting married. Though, the question is enough to pique her interest and to spark her imagination. “Weddings..?” The female begins, a hand running lightly through her hair - as is customary. “Usually those are the things that everyone but me cries at– but.. if I had to have one for myself, I think small is better. Extravagance doesn’t necessarily mean happiness, you know? Why have more shit and more people there than you and your partner need?”

NAME: Stella Park 
BIRTHDAY: August 12, 1993 
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single ZODIAC SIGN: Leo 
SIBLINGS: 2 sisters - 1 older, 1 younger 
PETS: a cat back home, none currently. 
TIME:  12:40 AM KST 
PHONE:  iPhone 6 
LOVE OR LUST: Love Lust 
LEMONADE OR ICED TEA:  Lemonade 
CATS OR DOGS: Cats 
COKE OR PEPSI: Pepsi 
DAY OR NIGHT: Night 
MEET A CELEBRITY: ZAYN PLEASE 
CHAPSTICK OR LIPSTICK: The first before the second. 
CITY OR COUNTRY: City 
LAST SONG PLAYED: Real Life - The Weeknd

the handy dandy heater in my apartment. nah, really.. it’s typically my blankets. i’m one of those people that will strut around my apartment in my damn underwear, or a t-shirt and shorts, and wrap myself in endless blankets before i change my clothes. you never know if you’ll have to go out, right?

let the record show that i’m pretty damn sure the only reason people don’t pen me as a bitch is that i’m cute, at least in the face. word’s gotten back to me that people generally respect me, though i have had to deal with the slut label for the past few years. other than that, i personally think i’m 10/10, would recommend. hopefully others do, too. i’m a pretty nice person, so i’d like to think that’s the case. i just know when to have fun, and sometimes that gets misconstrued.

walks at night in the city, when it’s warm enough for shorts but cool enough to borrow a lover’s jacket. 4 am full course meals. getting kicked out of walmart for trying to ride the bicycles around the store. hard beats and crisp drops. fist pumping. bubblegum and expensive perfume. big, expensive headphones. turntables. an extensive contact list. late night hot tub ventures. regularly browsing the pet shop. the smell of tanning lotion. napkins with scrawled digits and a lipstick imprint.

honestly, i don’t often give it much thought. but if i had to classify my ideal partner.. it’d probably best to list characteristics, short phrases. first and foremost, they have to deal with my bullshit on the daily. that’s the number one qualifier. don’t be too much of an asshole. a bit is okay - hell even i am - but excessive douchebaggery is a turn off. it doesn’t prove that you’re tough, or that you’re a badass. it proves that you’re a tool. some personal bias here, but i digress. care about your appearances, and keeping up an image. it’s important. i get bored really easily, so you have to keep me on my toes. keep me guessing. don’t be too sweet, i don’t know how to handle that.. and i should probably cut this short, ‘cause i could go on all day, now that i think about it-