"I knew you were right for me as soon as I saw your Netflix queue," Cameron smiled as we shared some popcorn while snuggled in front of the TV.
I took my girlfriend to an improv show the other night and during intermission we were passionately arguing over whether half a 5 Hour Energy shot would give you 2.5 hours of energy or 5 hours of half-assed energy so we turned around to ask the opinions of the three people behind us and one of them said “Are all your arguments like this because we heard you in the lobby earlier fighting over the right way to pronounce ‘egg’?”
I like a badboy with an agenda and some ambition. He needs to be driven— by personal demons, a thirst for vengeance, lust for gold, megalomania, low level sociopathy, whatever.Leigh Bardugo — “The Appeal of a Bad Boy” (via inlovewithwarnette)
Being ruthless isn’t enough. My preferred badboy has a code, even a perverse kind of honor. He isn’t a bully.
Being dangerous isn’t enough. Angry bears and box jellyfish are dangerous but I don’t want to get close to them. The platinum badboy has dignity, control, restraint.
That brings me to the allure of this particular kind of badboy or what I like to call, Flapping the Unflappable.
What does it mean when a boy who trusts no one chooses to trust you? Or when someone single-minded in his mission (whatever that may be), let’s you distract him from that all-important goal (vengeance against his enemies, world domination, acquiring the Sword of Florgenflerg at any cost, etc.)? Frankly, it means you’re awesome. It means there’s something compelling enough about you to pull him off course, to drag him from his self-imposed exile from humanity, to disturb his well-ordered universe, and make him long for something more. You alone have been chosen to see behind the badboy’s icy exterior to the human heart beneath, and that’s a heady thing.