you’ll grow in to them
1 universe, 9 planets, 7 seas, 7 continents, 809 islands, 204 countries, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting u
THERE ARE 8 PLANETS, YOU UNCULTURED SWINE.
VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU
I’m pretty sure “Viva la Pluto fuck you” is the best sentence I’ve heard all week.
What good ever comes from talking about boys.
I MEAN ANYWAY, we were talking about you. One thing led to another and they were trying to Facebook stalk you. Laughing at your pictures I was kinda meh about it but I didn’t say anything because I knew I would’ve done something similar if I was in their position. I even admitted that you weren’t all that hot (even though I think you’re very handsome and charming) and said that I knew you weren’t all that good looking and whatever. And then she asked me, “Then why do you like him?”
First of all, I said, “His personality, of course.”
Second of all, why is that even a question? It was really weird to me that someone would ask that and it never occurred to me that people liked people just based on their looks. It was just so natural for me to only like someone because I was close with them or because I liked the way they treated me or the advice they gave me or how they challenged me. And especially if they’re a Christian.
Looks really aren’t all that for me. It’s undeniably a factor, but it’s not everything. That’s why even with your weird awkward ugly haircut I still love you.