Yesterday a freshman boy told me, “Larissa, you have the potential to succeed.”
Beating the crap outta this speech.
Just come and looooooovvveee meeeeee
I need to stop listening to jazz music and meeting nice boys because it’s hard to do homework when you’re falling in love.
The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say: ‘Here is your home country.’