The Complete Antithesis of a Goon

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A tall, dark, and hilarious 22 year old blissfully nonchalant Torontonian who suffers from OCD, ADHD, and an unbelievably high capacity for self-sabotage (all of which are self-diagnosed, mind you). If saying less really is saying more; Tumblr is a must.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

…we could spend our nights together and maybe one day, our lives together. We could grow older and watch our lives change as we become the people we always really wanted to be. We could cuddle up in our king sized bed, because we can’t handle anything smaller than that, and kiss all night long. We’ll wake up in the morning and you’ll have your coffee. We’ll kiss each other goodbye and return home eight hours later, waiting to greet one another at the door. We’ll eat our dinner, cooked by me of course, and slip into bed shortly after. We’ll maybe fool around and tell stories about our days and then we’ll shut our eyes and wake up to another day and another period in our lives. We’ll have a couple kids, a boy and a girl, maybe more, and we’ll watch as they grow up and we’ll grow older. We’ll lose our youth and they’ll find theirs and then we’ll slip into bed quietly with our hands intertwined. We’ll shut our eyes and wake up in the morning and suddenly we’re old and grey. You’ll drink your coffee in the mornings, just like you always used to, and you’ll kiss my forehead as I walk out to get the newspaper. We’ll sit down and reflect on the times that we were young. Later on, we’ll crawl into bed and sit side by side, reading our separate books until we can’t keep our eyes open. You’ll tell me that you love me and whisper into the darkness that you’ll see me in the morning, hoping that I’ll still be there when you wake up.