Turns On I'm obsessed with thunderstorms. Like, the kind that shake the windows and make the power go out. I love the smell of rain on hot asphalt and that quiet moment right before the first drop falls. Also β coffee. Black, strong, and bitter, just like my sense of humor. I love wandering around old town streets at midnight, finding hidden staircases and forgotten courtyards. And music?
Turns Off Fakeness. Small talk about weather when we both know nobody cares. People who text just to ghost you an hour later. Also β boiled carrots. Disgusting. I hate when someone tells me to "smile more" like I owe them my happiness. And crowds? No thanks. If a place has more than 10 people, I'm already planning my escape route
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