>Blacked Coziness
I love white women. I love nearly everything about them.
I love their pale smooth skin, their silky hair, their eyes that come in all colors. Their perfectly shaped lips
My last two serious relationships were with white women.
Most of my friends are white women. I have folders and folders full of photos of my favorite white women. I like all nationalities of white women. Even the mean eastern European ones that never smile.
White women looks so cool, they look elegant, they look sexy
I think they are peak femininity. I love how society covets them.
My favorite artists, actresses, and musicians are all white women.
My favorite book, video game, and comic characters are white women.
I laugh at all of their stupid jokes. I think they have interesting lives even when they are shut ins.
I think they are smart and creative.
The depressed and suicidal ones are like candy to me, they draw me right in, like a moth to flame.
I love the sad ones, the ones like Lana Del Rey and Sky Ferreira.
If I meet Sabrina Carpenter I'm going to pick her up and put her on a high shelf.
I like making them laugh, I like making them mad, I like making them cry. I like kissing their tears away.
I like when they are bad, I like when they are good.
I feel like a divine being when I make love to them.
I'm never going to date any other race of women again.
Whenever I see a light skin bi-racial black girl I almost always fantasize about being their father and raising them in a completely within a white household and culture, so they can grow up to be perfect (half) white angels.