I just want to meet a nice normal intelligent person who doesn’t mind listening to me rant on for hours about british bands and fucking art history.
I promise I can be funny sometimes, and I’ve got a pretty sick sense of humor/sarcasm.
I’ll cook you dinner like on tv and be really domestic, because I like doing things that please other people.
I’ll drive you wherever you want to go and spend hours making a mixtape for the car, even if you don’t notice it.
I really like things that mean something. I could make everything so fucking worth it for someone, as they could for me. God I just am kind of a passionate person and I don’t deal with bullshit well.
I think I’ve seen the notebook one too many times. Idealistic standards that will never come true. Alone for life.