If you don’t fall in love with me, I’ll write poetry about you and then you’ll regret it.

You’re in his DMs, I’m outside his window with a JBL speaker streaming Taylor Swift.

Valentine’s Day this week. If you have a crush on me we still have time to get cards and shave.

You have one week to ask me to be your Valentine. Requests must be in the form of poetic verse written in your blood.

What if we kissed while watching the decay of our society?

It’s romantic to fall in love during the collapse of society.

When I like a woman, I start to gather gifts for her like a squirrel hoarding nuts.

I just think we should kiss. And kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss. But that’s just me.

You should be allowed to leave work early if you are really in love.

I think humans are meant to lay in bed with the love of their life all winter.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t built for casual dating, I’m only built for intense soul crushing love at first sight.

Hey boy, are you the sun? Because you were a big part of my life this summer but now I feel like I never see you.

Quitting my job to focus on being in love.

If I was a star and you were a star, I would wink at you and blink at you and twinkle at you and the earthlings would call it science.

If I was Snow White, you wouldn’t get me with an apple. You’d have to poison a taco or something.

Hundreds, nay, thousands of movies about falling in love but only one movie about a beach that makes you old.

Thaw me like one of your french fries!

Roses are red. Let’s get some fresh air. Make love in the moonlight. Have a pregnancy scare.

If I were Juliet, I would NOT be pleased to find a man standing under my balcony at midnight. Sir, I am in my jim-jams.

Jewelry stores should just be like: Whether you’re trying to be nice or trying to get laid, we got you covered.

“My reading glasses would look good on your nightstand.” -Me, flirting.

Ladies, if you receive flowers with no card on them today, they’re from me.

After all these years, Jude Law has finally noticed me and responded to my love letters. Something about staying 500 feet away. I’m getting it framed.

I made up all these romantic scenarios in my brain and you’re not following the script.

I just want someone who will treat me like a lady and hold the refrigerator door open for me.