Thank me later. —Bwog’s foremost love guru

Girl, your pheromones are like the smell of Dig Inn: startlingly potent at close range.

Are you the Cathedral of St. John the Divine? Because you’re beautiful but really intimidating. You also look incomplete, which I can fix. 

I don’t know anything about Havemeyer, but you can have-my-number .

Are you an in-person seminar? Because I wish I were in you.

As beautiful as Futter, you set my heart aflutter.

You and me: upper-level Butler stacks?

*One Direction voice* Diaaaaaaaana! (Note: this one only works on Barnard students named Diana who are on a dining plan and still listen to Harry Styles—but the margin of success in that demographic is very promising.) 

Riverside is great and all, but I’d rather be by-your-side. 

Your eyes shine brighter than the stars in Manhattan (no, really, because of smog). 

My love for you is Absolute (Bagels).

Are you the Columbia Community Health Compact? Because I’ll always listen to you.

Are you a Milstein Green Chair? Because you make everyone happy.

My feelings for you are like an email from President Bollinger: confusing as hell, but always ending with a reminder of the concept of marriage. 

Heart of Roses via Bwog Archives