My bias is my idea of perfection. Everything about him makes me want to love him more day by day.

That awkward moment when someone sees a photo of your bias and says: “She is a beautiful girl.”

So, you’re like:

(by anonymous)

“I sing better than your bias.”

← This person is in a serious relationship with your bias.

You don’t choose the bias, the bias chooses you.

Yes, when I see something very romantic, I automatically think about my bias.

• me: will you be my valentine
• Poster of my bias:
• me:
• Poster of my bias:
• me:
• Poster of my bias:
• me:
• Poster of my bias:
• me: ok, you can think a little more.

“What will you do when your bias to become a father?”

I’ll be the mother, bitch.