breaking hearts has never looked so cool [ 16.11.03 - 2:29 - ] You: He's the kind of boy who doesn't flinch when I put my cold hands on his back. He doesn't mind going for Slurpees at 4 A.M. in minus thirty degree weather. He sings along to music that's inner-ear damaging loud, even if he doesn't remember all the words. He's taller than I am, & can take me in a fight. He gives me a reason to be excited, he gives me something to look forward to. He reads good books. He's passionate about something, anything. He gets along well with his family, but his life doesn't revolve around them (ahem.). He has nice hands with a lot of character. He has blue-collar shoulders and whiskers that scratch. He can spend entire days in bed. He will trace the outlines of my tattoos. He kisses me on my cheeks, and holds my hand. He fucks like an animal. He grabs the back of my neck when he kisses me. He laughs with his whole body. He doesn't obsess about cars/sports/sluts/etc. He thinks Tom Green is funny. He can say he likes bands that aren't cool without adding a justification. Going to the movie theater is an experience for him. He cries sometimes, but not as if Terms of Endearment is playing on the insides of his eyelids every day. Almost every time I make fun of someone, he laughs. He can listen to me bitch about my mom, my dad, my sister, my friends, my exboyfriends without thinking I'm psychotic, because he understands that he's my best friend, and therefore the person I want to tell these things to. He makes fun of me and tickles me on my hipbones. He scares me because I never know what to expect, but he also makes me feel safe in our relationship. He doesn't lie to spare my feelings. He's the kind of boy who actually makes me feel. [ previous entry - next entry ]

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