(Source: moreofamore)
I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU HATE EVERYTHING THAT I HATE.
I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU SIT IN COFFEESHOPS AND TALK SHIT ON EVERYONE IN A SIX MILE RADIUS FOR HOURS ON END WITHOUT GETTING BORED.
I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU JUDGE ANYONE YOU MEET ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY ON THEIR RECORD COLLECTION.
I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVE AN ETSY STORE OF GREETING CARDS THAT JUST SAY ‘I HATE YOUR OUTFIT’ ON THE INSIDE.
I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT ETSY IS.
LET’S GO TO A CONCERT AND STAND THERE WITH OUR ARMS FOLDED THE ENTIRE TIME.
LET’S JUST LISTEN TO RECORDS AND DRINK CHEAP BEER ON YOUR FUTON, THEN EAT HOT POCKETS.
THAT MADE ME SO HORNY.
I KNOW.
THIS? OH, YOU’RE SO SWEET. IT’S CHRISTIAN LACROIX. I WAS IN PARIS FOR A CONFERENCE AND I COULDN’T RESIST. I HAVE THESE PERFECT LITTLE PEARLS THAT DANE BOUGHT ME WHEN WE FIRST GOT MARRIED AND A CHANEL CLUTCH, PLUS THESE LITTLE YELLOW LOUBOUTINS THAT ARE ABSOLUTE MURDER ON MY ARCHES BUT GOD DO THEY LOOK DIVINE.
FINISH YOUR CHARDONNAY AND I’LL TAKE YOU UPSTAIRS AND SHOW YOU. YOU’LL LOVE THEM.
FINALLY. WE’VE BEEN DRIVING FOR DAYS.
I AM GOING TO BUY SO MANY FLÖRGS AND BJÅRNBLÛBS IT WILL MAKE YOUR FACE FALL OFF OF YOUR FACE.
OH, AND DON’T LET ME FORGET LITTLE LIGHTBULBS FOR MY SLÖLM.
China fur farm conditions relevant to @RoomForDebate forum on banning fur but not leather.

