i like unicorn tattoos and swedish accents. i like guys with long hair and girls with short hair, and people who stand outside the drug store yelling stuff about god and the devil. i like emaciated looking punk boys who have leather jackets and patchy pants, but are toxic and usually full of drugs and bad decisions, but they’re cute to look at. i like drag queens and kings, i like rude girls with red lipstick. i like orange cats with stripey tails and pug dogs. i like bunnies and black coffee. i like boys with sad hearts and athletic girls who never miss a work out. i like that one guy in those tailored pants and nice shoes, but i also like boys who look sketchy and ride bmx bikes. i like fantasy art books and antique photos. i like old churches and those denim jeans from the 1990s that have no back pockets and make everyone’s butt look really really nice. i like books about BDSM and reading the bible. i like angel wings and see through dresses made of stars but i also like big goth boots and jewelry made of bones. i like trinkets and boxes for trinkets. i like old churches and new cars, i like really highly curated street style and fashion even though i only wear comfy basics and could never.
i like blundstone boots and my orthopedic insoles, i like my pink fjällräven kånken, and my gel pens and my vintage cameras. i like magic the gathering and bad mystery novels. i like girls with knives in their bags, i like those silver lighter cases that look really edgy. i like libraries and dive bars. i like books of poetry and realtree shirts. i like cloudberry jam and bannock. i like my mom’s cigarette stained french manicure. i like 10k gold jewelry because i think it’s fancy. i like acoustic guitars and EDM. i like the gay guy that develops my film sometimes because he’s beautiful and has really nice nailpolish and i could never. i like this hot girl i went to university with that i still think about sometimes. i like serious boys and i like quiet boys. i like black cats and white dogs. i like people with two different coloured eyes. i like antique jewelry. i like raunchy comedies and disturbing horror films.
i like this swedish pop star called axel ruby and i don’t really know why, i guess i just think he’s neat. i like big beards and small hands. i like this vancouver jewelry brand called pyrrha because it’s silver and this couple made it and they seem neat. i like corsets and lingerie and i like old silk kimonos. i like those vintage 1990s table lamps that look like flowers. i like going to the big city to go to the big thrift stores. i like the stars she used to draw on her face. i like girls with bleached blonde hair.
i like paintings and CRT tvs, i like birds and whales and shows about aliens.
i like old dictionaries and national geographics. i like bible cartoons.
i like pad thai and dim sum and pierogis. i like wood panelled houses and talking about sex. i like old radios and girls with lip piercings. i like old typewriters and silver rings. i like yard sales and yoga and green juice and kombucha. i like vitamins and candy. i like old valentines tucked in between the pages of books. i like the smell of church incense and old people’s homes.
i like people who collect cool things like antique buttons or thimbles. i like paintings of dragons and faeries. i like watching true crime on netflix. i like vegetarian pizza. i like sydney sweeney’s boobies. i like marlboro menthol cigarettes. i like dreaming up being friends with people because i don’t have many friends in real life. i like beach walks and snail shells.
i like collecting bird feathers and writing in my endless journals.
i like drawing horses and angels. i like mean dogs. i like ethel cain and mitski and danny schmidt. i like reading about norse mythology. i like my labubu and the clothes for my labubu.
i like old trunks and boxes because it feels like i can fill them with possibility. i like old kandi raver bracelets. i like avicii and crying over avicii. i like playing chess. i like learning languages.
i like vintage clothing and fancy chocolate.
and i like you, of course.
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