“I am not that kind of girl.” She exclaimed with passionate conviction.

“Well then, what kind of girl are you?” He asked curiously.

 

I am this kind of girl:

 

I am the kind of girl who dances on warm spring days in my favorite blue fuzzy socks, wearing one of my older brother’s T-shirts and listening to Coldplay.

I am the kind of girl who feels happier when her five-year-old brother gives her a tiny blue forget-me-not than when a boy gives her a rose.

I am the kind of girl who wears her brother’s baseball and golf hats for two reasons: 1- She doesn’t have to do her hair and 2- They smell really good.

I am the kind of girl who writes poetry about sticky notes but always loses them before she can use them.

I am the kind of girl who is hopelessly and utterly romantic but finds that fictional boy characters always beat the real ones.

I am the kind of girl who celebrates beating her book reading record, and paisley drawing record more than getting an A on a test.

I am the kind of girl who recites lines to all the best Disney movies and sings along to Mulan’s songs.

I am the kind of girl who loves Chaco’s and gets insulted when no one else seems to recognize the brand.

I am the kind of girl who watches calligraphy handwriting just because it is so beautiful.

I am the kind of girl who uses paperclips to pick locks when she accidentally locks herself out of her own room.

I am the kind of girl who forgets when Science homework is due and stresses out about doing it.

I am the kind of girl who loves chess, one of the reasons being that the queen is the most powerful piece of the board. (It can do everything)

I am the kind of girl who reads Erin Hanson poetry and cries, because words are completely, unexplainably wonderful.

I am the kind of girl who has an addiction to applesauce and eats out a big container in her fridge.

I am the kind of girl who wears a PJ shirt and slick pants while studying Latin verbs.

I am the kind of girl who listens to Adele and eats ice cream.

I am the kind of girl who eats celery and peanut butter for a snack.

I am the kind of girl who grew up on porch swings with orange popsicles and her older brother’s best friends.

I am the kind of girl who buys postcards from anywhere and everywhere and leaves them tucked in books in her bookshelf because she has no one to send them to.

I am the kind of girl who makes sand sculptures of dolphins and flowers at the beach.

I am the kind of girl who runs barefoot while having a water gun fight with her younger siblings.

 

I am the kind of girl who recites all the main bones in her body before she goes to bed.

I am the kind of girl who was once ashamed of her smile because her teeth are not straight.

I am the kind of girl who paradox.

I am the kind of girl who believes that people are the best and worst forms of poetry.

I am the kind of girl who listens to Grace Vanderwaal and swings her little brother around in a circle.

I am the kind of girl who gets paint on her hands and wears it proudly.

I am the kind of girl who studies with a lead pencil in her mouth.

I am the kind of girl who has to work hard not to go over the limit of words, not to stay in it.

I am the kind of girl who writes everything in a neon green sharpie.

I am the kind of girl who writes too late and dreams too much.

I am the kind of girl who didn’t know who Millie Bobby Brown was until last week.

I am the kind of girl who always loved white crayons because they only showed up on dark paper.

I am the kind of girl who painted on an old pair of shorts to make them DIY.

I am the kind of girl who knits when she is nervous.

I am the kind of girl who made a slingshot out of a hanger when she was eight.

I am the kind of girl who quotes Shakespeare as comebacks and Jane Austin as love advice.

I am the kind of girl who wears an old stretchy teal t-shirt with a salsa stain on the left sleeve on Sundays.

I am the kind of girl who gathers ferns and flowers to make crowns.

I am the kind of girl who dressed up in a toga one day when I was eleven.

I am the kind of girl who wears an old pair of Burks from a bargain shop.

I am the kind of girl who fishes every day she can with her older brother.

I am the kind of girl who loves the words “The” and “Okay.”

I am the kind of girl who reads books for the Children’s section at the library still because the creativity and magic they express is wonderful.

I am the kind of girl who got creeped out while reading Alice in Wonderland.

I am the kind of girl who spins around in a circle and says, “Laetus.” (Happy in Latin)

I am the kind of girl who calls boys, “Arrogant toe rags” similar to what Lily Evans called James Potter.

I am the kind of girl who lets her sketch books grow dusty, and her hands never become clean.

I am the kind of girl who gets lighting inspiration for stories and poetry.

I am the kind of girl who never does anything but swim at a pool.

I am the kind of girl whose dream job is at a library, bookstore, or bakery.

I am the kind of girl who slips little notes in her library books in case one day she will meet her best friend in the best place.

I am the kind of girl who walks around the house at 3.am. just wondering at the stillness of it.

I am the kind of girl who rather have penpals then people email her.

I am the kind of girl who listens to Lost Boy by Ruth B. and cries than the girl who cries over a chipped nail.

I am the kind of girl who watches Broadway shows, then the kind of girl who watches Stranger Things.

I am the kind of girl who lays on her brother’s bed and watches him play video games.

I am the kind of girl who spends Friday nights at home and doesn’t go to parties.

I am the kind of girl who loves rainy days.

I am the kind of girl who likes hot showers because they are the best place for thinking.

I am the kind of girl who loves the name “Wednesday.”

I am the kind of girl who loves watching sports.

I am the kind of girl who says “Tushie” and “Tootles.”

I am the kind of girl who loves eggrolls, lasagna, chicken salad, Italian food, and Mexican food.

I am the kind of girl who loves canoeing.

I am the kind of girl who loves metallic pens.

I am the kind of girl who loves the smell of lavender and lemons.

I am the kind of girl who reads Fault in our Stars when she is done with homework.

I am the kind of girl who cries when hearing about WW2.

I am the kind of girl who makes little notes and hearts for her friends.

I am the kind of girl who thinks that times like 8:44 are special.

I am the kind of girl who likes a.m. better than p.m.

I am the kind of girl who loves sleep.

I am the kind of girl who rather aviod boys.

I am the kind of girl who loves little kids.

I am the kind of girl who loves adjectives.

I am the kind of girl who can punt a soccer ball.

I am the kind of girl who can crash a golf cart.

I am the kind of girl who loves writing calligraphy and other funky writing styles.

And I am the kind of girl who is utterly fascinated with you.

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