𝐈. Fact about me. 𝐈𝐈. A movie I like. 𝐈𝐈𝐈. Random song from my playlist. 𝐈𝐕. Yap session.

Monster energy drink. Gelatinize that shit and then I'll chew. Boom loophole!

I'm good at escaping. Situations, places, relationships. It comes in handy when I don't give enough of a fuck to handle another person's problems, and I can take more risks no sweat. I fucked around for years and can count in one hand when I found out. I'm impulsive, not stupid.

Lavender. It's strong, and worse, it's everywhere.

Any or all forms of martial arts. Then the Lamb can take late night walks with me.

Bloodhounds are dog versions of wet cats, and that's my mood 24/7.

1. When I'm right about the murderer.
2. Unreliable narrators are fun. I haven't seen a perspective that's so objective it becomes unreliable by neglecting emotions.

Quality time until someone assumes I like them because they're less bothersome to be with. I was told I'm unapproachable and cold so being with me "feels special." I don't know how to trust her words when she loves teasing as a hobby. My love language is a flimsy excuse for affection. I don't know how anyone has any patience for it and maybe that's the point.

Anything w/ a dark background. Pure white hurts my eyes.

This Christmas is going a disappointment. I can feel it. Future me's exhaustion.

Thanks. I didn't expect anyone to like my profile with how simple it is compared to many accounts here. Here's the entire CSS code I stole:

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Renheng. Or extreme fans of us specifically. We're exes. Let it go. I don't care about this ship itself. It's weird watching strangers more invested in our relationship than I am.

Splashing in shallow mud. Almost drowned I think. Fun times.