truth be told, I love punk rock guys with beards and tattoos. I love guys who are so bad for me, I love guys who will show me a good time, after all, I am just in it for the ride!
My kind of tree! Cats!!!
Light me up, baby!
I like my coffee as black as my soul and as bitter as my heart.
Heck yeah I like you! I hate the way my stomach gets in knots and I no longer know how to speak or when you touch my hair you take me there. Like how do I react to this when I am head over heels for you and you only call me your friend.
I can’t wait! Guys with beards are soooo sexy! And if they have tattoos, please excuse me while I take off my clothes! !!
Honestly, I really don’t care who wears the pants in the relationship as long as no one is wearing pants at the end of the day!
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