Call me arrogant or whatever, but I seriously am not even flattered anymore when someone calls me pretty.
Like yeah okay, I look good.
So fucking what?
If you really want to compliment me, tell me I’m intelligent.
Tell me I hold insightful conversations.
Tell me you don’t understand me.
Tell me I frustrate you.
Tell me I inspire you.
Tell me I make you think.
Tell me I make you crazy.
Compliment my fucking MIND damn it.
Because telling me I’m pretty means I can only hold your attention until my beauty fades and my tits sag.
But telling me my brain is beautiful means I have the ability to captivate you for a lifetime.
And my, oh my, what a compliment that is."
i want someone who will go on roadtrips with me and listen to a playlist we made together and sing every song with me like its our last one